“I suppose because I’m terrified.” She smiled shyly, and he smiled broadly. He liked this. He’d always enjoyed toying with her and knowing how she’d respond. She always responded. He always responded.
“I want you on top of me.” He said it seriously and calmly, but his cock was flexing at nothing more than the idea. He wanted to make sure she felt comfortable. He wanted her to be in control, or at the very least to feel in control. He wasn’t one to let a woman lead, but he’d let her do whatever she needed to feel secure. He just needed to be inside her.
“Right now?” She suddenly looked petrified.
“Yes.” He rolled to his back, looking over at her and winking. He was still hard as hell, so yes, right fucking now for sure. “Come here.”
She pushed herself up on her elbow, and her eyes traveled down to his groin. She inhaled deeply. “It’s been a really long time.”
His guts clenched at her vulnerability, and he reached for her cheek, pulling her mouth to his. He didn’t stop there. He snaked a hand between her legs, and he pulled her top leg across his body and lifted her to straddle his hips. He pulled her lips back to his, but he didn’t kiss. He spoke. “I know. Time to get back on the horse.” He smirked, and she smiled . . . finally. “Do you want this?” She nodded. “Okay then, up on your knees.” She pushed up to kneel over him, and he looked down to her small, pale lips. His cock was jutting up on his stomach, and he held it up from his body as he stroked the head through her wetness. She trembled as he touched her clit, and once he was covered in her cum, he nudged at her entry. “Push down. Slow.”
She pushed back down toward his lap, and he could feel his cock popping past her entry. He felt her warmth parting around him, but the tightness was intense as she sank lower and lower. Her eyes bulged at the pain, and her lips parted in a silent cry. He stilled her with his hands on her hips. She looked at him, and he sat up to face her. She was still hovering. She’d only managed to take half of his length, and her face looked shocked.
“Slow down.” He whispered it in her ear, and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder and nuzzled against him. She might be wet, but she was so incredibly tight. He was so incredibly aroused he was struggling to keep himself from driving up into her. He lifted her hips, almost completely leaving her body, and then he gently eased her back down his length, sinking farther. He paused, letting her adjust, and then he pulled her down again. She grunted as he pushed deeper, and after he paused again, he lifted her slightly. Every time he sank farther, she groaned, and he did too, and when he pushed the last final inch, he kissed her. She was sitting on his balls, and he was two seconds from losing his mind.
He pulled his mouth from hers, holding her face inches from his with a hand to each cheek, and he froze, panting. She was the center of his universe whether he wanted her to be or not, and at the moment, he so completely wanted her to be. He’d needed this, he’d dreamed of it, fantasized about it, obsessed about making love to her, and he was buried balls-deep inside the only woman he’d ever been so completely in love with. He wasn’t sure he could even handle the notion of it. They were back to staring, panting, frozen in shock at what they were doing, and his body was pulsing with a shiver that didn’t end.
She moved first, tightening her pussy around him. He didn’t know if it was inadvertent or completely intentional, and his dick didn’t give a shit. He groaned, letting his head fall back. She kissed the base of his neck, finishing it with a flick of her tongue. “Tighten on me again. Just like that.” She responded, clamping down tight, and when she let up again, he sank back to her bed.
She looked stunning as he looked up at her. He held still and she did too. His eyes studied every inch of her skin. Her breasts were so supple now, yet her nipples were still small and petite, pink and tight. He followed her body down. Her waist was such an incredible sight. Her stomach muscles were tight and her waist small. He wondered just how far up into her gut he was seated at the moment, and as her sheath trembled around him, he about lost it.
He clenched his butt cheeks, driving deeper into her, and she gasped, doubling over toward him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above his head, and as he met her eyes again, she bit her lower lip. “Ready?” She nodded, and he clenched his buttocks, driving in again. She cried out, and he stilled for a moment. He pulled back and then drove in deep again. She was pinned on top of him, and he was using his hips and his ass to fuck her. So much for giving her control.
He could feel her nipples brushing through his chest hair, and her attention stayed on him as he pounded up into her body. He watched, looking for pain, looking for her threshold, looking for anything at all that said he was pushing it too far for her. She just watched. She breathed erratically, and he occasionally lunged for her lips, pulling one into his mouth, clamping down gently and then releasing her.
When he rolled over, taking his place above her, he ground hard into her before he pulled out completely. She looked shocked and then disappointed. He understood that. He already missed that wet, hot silk on his skin. He loved how wet she could get when he touched her. He also loved how tight she felt around him. Her legs were spread wide with her knees up. He pushed them farther, and he invaded her again. This time he moved tightly but easily to her core, and when she wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his body, he started thrusting.
It didn’t take long for the pace to quicken to a nearly violent speed. As he thrust, her hips were lifted from the bed. She was clutching his shoulders, and he was biting into hers. She spasmed around him, and he pushed as deep as he could over and over. When she came, he pulled back, watching the pleasure course through her veins. He could almost see it traveling under her skin. Her body wriggled and writhed as one pulse after another left her stomach muscles twitching and clenching. Fuck, she looked stunning.
He fell apart then, pushing one final deep stroke to her center and holding it as he came. Every muscle in his body was rigid as he spent his seed inside her body. He’d never in his life made love without protection, and he couldn’t imagine it any other way with her. He wanted her to feel his cum inside her, dripping from her body. He wanted her to be constantly reminded of where he belonged—not to mention how much he belonged to her too.
He stayed buried in her, not wanting to leave her, damn near terrified to. But eventually he did, pulling away from her, lying down beside her, and wrapping his arms around her. Her . . . her . . . her. His her.
Chapter Forty-Four
She woke in a start, crying out into the darkness. He tightened his hold on her and she stilled. Her heart stilled, her nerves stilled, and her panic stilled in an instant. “Hush,” he whispered against her ear.
The clock said it was after two, and her body was aching and sore from him. She’d guessed it would be. It’d been over six years since she’d been with anyone, and her anyones had paled in comparison to Darren—never mind there had only been three of them. Did this actually happen? She didn’t think she’d lost her mind, but how did this happen? Oh yeah, he’d asked, and she was powerless to say no. Now she had to say good-bye. Fuck.
He rolled away from her, letting go of his hold on her body, and when she rolled to see what he was doing, he was sitting naked on the side of the bed. Her Darren. He was her Darren—at least at the moment. He was all the Darren he used to be. Calm, patient, seductive. But when he turned to her, her Darren was gone. His eyes were expressionless and distant. He shook it away quickly, forcing a smile to his lips. “I should probably go.” She felt her face falling, and his did too. The completely contrived smile he’d flashed her slipped away, and he stood.