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“Enough!” He sits up and pulls my mouth off, flips me onto my back, and covers my body with his.
The pure heaven of feeling his hardness resting along the seams of my core makes me whimper. He slides his hands beneath me and tugs my hips upward while he rubs the outside of my heat, soaking his erection with my arousal.Arousal... So hard to believe. I haven’t felt anything like this before.
I reach for him, needing to guide him inside me, but he gives me a look of victory as he pulls his hands from beneath me, grasps my wrists, then pins them above my head while he traps me beneath him.
“Oh, please, Byron, please. Take me now,” I beg, but he kisses me again, silencing me in the most efficient way. Spreading my thighs wider, I bend my knees and push up against him, wriggling beneath his solid form as I try to force him to enter me.
“You’re enough to test a saint,” he groans, and the tip of his erection slides a couple of inches inside me.
“Then take me, damn you,” I tell him. “We’ve both suffered long enough.” I push upward again, desperate to have all of him and forgetting why my reaction to him makes no sense. I’ve never felt this, never wanted sex before. I can’t stop my reaction to this man though, and don’t want to analyze how or what I’m feeling.
He pulls back and I whimper in protest. This game of his isn’t to my liking. I’m ready to feel pleasure, and he’s holding off from giving it to me. My eyes narrow as I try to yank my hands free.
He releases his hold and I immediately wind my fingers in his hair again and draw his mouth back to mine. I devour his lips, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and capturing his hungry groan.
But before I can drag him farther inside me, he pulls those precious few inches out of me, then ends the kiss and moves his lips down my body again. This time he makes a beeline to the part of me that aches the most.
When his mouth circles my core and he swipes his tongue across my painfully swollen bud, I feel... I feel... what is it? My whole body’s trembling and I seem to be in some sort of altered state. My ears are ringing and my heart’s racing and everything around me looks... different. Within seconds he has me crying out as my body shakes in some strange ecstasy.Whoa.And then the room darkens as my body clenches repeatedly in what seems a never-ending paroxysm of bliss. So, this is what sex is truly about.
“You’re ready now, McKenzie. Ready for me.”
I open my eyes and see him poised above me. With one solid push, he thrusts inside my wet heat, making me cry out. The air whooshes from my lungs as he pauses, his entire length buried within while my walls pulse with the pleasure of my very first orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“How can you be so tight?” he groans.
I don’t want to talk. I want to feel more pleasure. I move my hips upward, needing him to plunge in and out of me, not tease me like this. I want it hard and fast. He places a hand on my hip and holds me in place. “Wait,” he says as his eyes close and he leans his head back, a look of utter enjoyment and gratification filling his face.
Finally,finally, he begins moving, pulling his hardness from me before he pushes back inside, rocking my whole body with the amazing impact. This time, we groan together at the pure pleasure of the movement.
My first orgasm has barely ended, and I feel pressure build again — build immediately — and my eyes widen as I look into Byron’s eyes. His are narrow as he begins moving faster, filling me over and over and over.
Then he leans down and captures my lips as he grabs my hip and drives hard and fast within my needy body. A cry wrenches from me and he greedily takes it while I begin convulsing around him with an orgasm even more intense than my first.
He thrusts inside me again, and then once more. His body tenses and he buries his mouth in the curve of my neck, his loud groans resounding against my skin as he throbs inside of me. After an endless stretch of time, Byron sinks against me, our skin hot and slick, our breathing shallow, our initial hunger sated.
“I’ve never...” I begin to tell him, but I let my words fade. I can’t tell him this.
“You’ve never what, McKenzie?” he asks against my ear, his tongue tracing the outline and making me shiver.
“Nothing,” I murmur. I can’t believe the way my body’s responding to his tongue.
“I have ways of making you talk,” he says. His mouth returns to my neck and he sucks on the tender skin.
“And I have ways of making you forget to question me,” I warn, letting my hands slide down his back and over the firm muscles of his butt.
“Witch,” he says so quietly I wonder if I’ve heard him right.
But I feel a twitch from his still-buried erection, then feel him begin to move again. All is forgotten as he makes love to me once more. I’m terrified. This is something I can get all too used to... even if I know I shouldn’t.
Chapter Twenty
Byron
Two nights and one full day of pretty much nothing except making love — in the bed, in the shower, on the small kitchen table, on the couch, in front of the fire, and that isn’t all... I’m certain we’ve christened every square inch of the cabin.
Yet as I stand on the front porch, watching the soft morning sunrise, I’m still not sated. I want more. I can’t remember when I’ve spent so much time with one woman, made love so often, and still felt unsatisfied.
Not that I’m not pleasured beyond my wildest imagination each and every time I join my body with hers. But as soon as we’re finished, I can take her again, and again, and again... I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever get enough of this small but surprisingly strong woman.
