I open my eyes when the wave recedes to find Tuck watching me, gaze roving over my face. He’s still moving inside me deeply, but I can tell he’s holding back. He wants more, but he doesn’t want to hurt me.
“Epic,” I manage.
“No shit,” he replies. “I felt it too.”
Cupping his face in my hand, I run my thumb over his lips. “You’re the one who’s being good. Stop. You gave, Tuck, so take.”
His eyes flash. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Tiny.”
“I mean it.”
“Tell me if?—”
“It’s too much. Yes. Of course.Go.”
It’s like I’ve unleashed a wild animal. Tuck plunders my mouth at the same time he surges inside me in a hard, almost vicious thrust.
I grab onto the headboard and smile. “I like it when you lose your shit.”
He doesn’t reply. He just rears over me, a dark mass of muscle and unhinged need, and fucks me like the world is ending. There is nothing controlled about his strokes. The way he kisses me. He just lets loose, his teeth catching on my collarbone, his hand finding my ass and squeezing so hard I cry out.
He goes still. “I’m so sorry.”
“Didn’t say it was too much, did I?”
His jaw tics. “You didn’t.”
“Go. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
He shoves back inside me, making the whole bed shake. Go-odI love when he lets go like this. There’s a wild glint in his eyes when he takes my nipple between his teeth. He bites me, tastes me. Grabs my leg and pushes my knee up to my chest.
This angle is punishing, and I love it.
I lose myself in him losing control. Instinct takes over, and I float in the frantic, sensation-filled space between fantasy and reality. Consciousness and blissed-out satiation.
Tuck pulls at my mouth, his tongue working to open the seam of my lips. I let him in. My body rises into his kiss. Heartbeat after heartbeat after heartbeat of him taking and me giving, both of us gasping for air but never stopping, never slowing down. His movements become uneven.
“Fuck,” he breathes into my mouth. His teeth come down, hard, on my bottom lip. “I’m going to come on you.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t answer.
He pulls out of me and reaches between us. He tears off the condom, tossing it aside, but before he can grab his dick, I do. I wrap my hand around him and tug, hard.
He roars. Literally looks me in the eye and makes this enormous, guttural sound that echoes off the walls and makes my blood burn bright inside my skin.
Tuck lifts his hips and jerks forward. We both watch as he shoots hot ropes of cum onto my breasts and belly.
It’s lewd and intensely erotic.
He leans in to kiss me, gently cupping my face in his hand. His caress is softer now. Slower. His chest heaves.
We make out for a long, long time. Long enough that his cum dries on me, making my skin feel tight and sticky.
Long enough that Tuck’s dick starts to stiffen against my belly again.
“You are an animal,” I say.
His hand moves to my pussy. He parts me and slips a finger inside me.