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For him. All for him.
He worked another digit inside her, stretching her, and shifted his mouth back to her clit. The taste of her—so tart and fresh on his tongue—had lust threatening to burn him to ashes. His cock throbbed behind his zipper, demanding a sample of what his fingers and mouth enjoyed. Damn, he just needed to fist himself—just one quick tug to ease the ache. But that would require removing his hands from Brooklyn. And that, he wasn’t willing to do just yet.
He kept up a steady pump, twisting his wrist to corkscrew his fingers deeper, higher inside her core. Her soft mewls fell around him as she writhed and ground her flesh, meeting every plunge of his fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he muttered against her, the sound of his fist bumping against her folds punctuating the air. Her slick walls fluttered around his fingers, signaling her impending orgasm. “Let go. Come for me.”
And in the next instant, she stiffened, a low, muted wail escaping her. He continued to thrust into her flesh, making sure she rode the wave of every aftershock. When the last shudder rippled through her body, he rose and recaptured her mouth, giving her the taste of herself. And she didn’t shy away from it. Instead, she moaned and licked at his lips, his chin. Then she claimed him in a wild, raw kiss that snapped the last ragged remnants of his control.
With trembling fingers, he tore his shirt off, and his pants and shoes followed. Her hands skated over his shoulders, his chest and belly. And as he ripped open the condom he grabbed from his wallet before tossing it to the floor, too, she fisted his dick and pumped, stroked.
Fire raced up his spine and sped back down, concentrating in his cock and balls.Holy fuck.He almost fumbled the condom as he pulled it free and tossed the foiled package in the direction of the wastebasket. He wasn’t going to make it. If she continued to jerk him off with her delicate fist and nearly brutal grip, he wouldn’t make it inside her.
Gently knocking her hand to the side, he rolled the protection down his length, and because he believed in multitasking, he leaned forward and bent his head, latching on to her nipple over the white lace.
“Oh God. Patrick.” She panted, grabbing his head with both hands, and cradling him to her.
He swirled his tongue around her nipple and sucked, and then switched breasts, giving it the same treatment. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough until he was buried deep inside her.
He glanced down between their bodies, and fuck. His cock appeared damn near brutish pressed against her silken, soft, beautiful folds. So goddamn beautiful, he briefly closed his eyes to block out the sight. To try and gather his fractured control.
Grinding his teeth, he slid his cock between her slick cleft, coating himself in her moisture. The head bumped her clit, and their twin moans permeated the room. His flesh jumped of its own volition, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Are you with me?” he asked, lodging the head of his dick at her opening.
As much as he just wanted to thrust home and end this torture for both of them, he hesitated. Because after this... There would be no turning back to who and what they’d been to each other. This changed everything. Before he irrevocably altered them, he needed her agreement. Her assurance.
“Sweetheart?” he urged, his voice rough, ragged from the agonized pleasure that had him in a clawed, inescapable grip. “Tell me if you’re here with me.”
She nodded, gripping his upper arms.
“I’m here.” Leaning forward, she brushed a gentle, barely there kiss over his lips. “Fuck me, Patrick.”
He thrust forward.
Sheathed all of his cock in the impossibly tight and perfect clasp of her sex.
A cry wrenched free of her, and she buried her face against his chest, her nails digging into his skin. Her muscles quivered around his cock, working to accept and accommodate him. Somehow, he held still, letting her become used to him. It just might cost him his sanity, but he waited. In the meantime, a desperate and ravenous desire twisted his belly, sizzled in the base of his back, tugged at his balls. He was going up in flames, and he wanted to burn in this fire.
“On you, sweetheart,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Goddamn, you feel so good...”
Her harsh puffs of air battered the bare skin of his chest, but she nodded. And it was all the permission he needed.
He slowly withdrew, and she cried out. Hell, he almost did, too, as his dick dragged over the slick walls of her sex. When only the tip remaining notched inside her, he plunged back in.
Sex shouldn’t be this—fuck,gooddidn’t cover it. Couldn’t begin to describe the heaven and hell of pushing into her and feeling her sex give way for his penetration. His possession. With every stroke, every thrust, he claimed her as his. And with every ripple of her sex over him, whether she acknowledged it or not, she branded him as hers.
On that thought, he gripped her hip and the back of her neck and set a steady, hard ride. He rocked inside her, and the sexual melody of skin smacking skin, the suction of wet flesh releasing and accepting a thrusting cock, his grunts and her whimpers filled the room.
He angled her hips, slamming his to hers, taking her over and over. He wanted to—needed to—lose himself in her. But the crackle and snap of electrical pulses tripping down his spine and burning the soles of his feet relayed he wouldn’t last much longer. But he refused to go over into that sweet oblivion without her. Reaching between them, he circled his thumb over her clit, ruthlessly teasing and circling the bundle of nerves.
“Give it to me, Brooklyn. Come for me,” he demanded, and as if she’d been waiting on those words, she stiffened, throwing her head back, and erupted with a soundless scream.
And after two, then three pounding strokes, he followed. Just as he would willingly follow her anywhere.
SOTHISWASPEACE. This was contentment.
He hadn’t believed he’d ever experience it again. Especially after his father’s death.
