Against The Wall by Rhyannon Byrd

stopping him, wanting him inside of her so badly, but she had to know if he’d just given her a clue as to how he felt. “Why not wear a—a condom with me,” she panted, “when you said that’s what you always do?”
    Those beautiful blue eyes of his narrowed in frustration. Then he smiled—a slow, sexy smile full of carnal lust and hunger. “Because,” he explained in a husky rasp, nipping at her mouth, her chin, “I don’t want anything to stop me from feeling all this snug, slick heat when I do this.” His muscles flexed and he pushed up into her, surprised when he couldn’t go further than a few inches.
    She clamped down on him, hard, her inner muscles fighting his penetration, her slender, delicate fingers digging into the bulging muscles of his biceps. He moved slowly until he realized only a hard lunge was going to force him past the unusually tight resistance of her body.
    Shea moaned.
    Ryan growled a beastly, guttural sound that felt as if it had surged straight up from the root of his cock.
    She squirmed in his arms, forcing him a little deeper. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t draw in enough air to tell him what she needed—which was his body pounding into her, filling her up, hard and heavy and fast. Then she felt the tremor move through him.
    “Open your eyes, Shea. Look at me!”
    Her lids fluttered, her hungry gaze locked with his, and then he plowed up into her, going hard and straight and deep, driving his way through her clenching muscles with brutal force until he was fully seated inside of her, buried to the hilt.
    Shea screamed from the strength of the blow, back arched against the wall, arms flung out at her sides. She felt impaled, deliciously filled, the sensation of having Ryan packed deep inside of her so much better than any fantasy she’d ever had. Everything was perfect, from the hot press of his hard body pushing her against the wall, to the even hotter, harder press of his fascinating erection rammed against her womb.
    And then through the pulsing throb of pleasure, she realized he’d gone completely still. Uh-oh. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes and saw his head flung far back against his shoulders. He stared at the ceiling instead of her, his chest working like a great billowing sail between them.
    Forcing her arms to move, Shea touched him lightly on his wide shoulders, then the strong column of his throat. “Ryan?” she asked breathlessly, unsure if he could hear her over the rushing of his breath. The harsh expression on his handsome face tightened at the sound of her voice, his body shuddered against her own, and then she was drowning in the deep blue depths of his eyes.
    “Goddamn it, Shea,” he groaned in an awful voice. The feel of her hot little pussy was so damn tight, he knew there was no way in hell she’d ever done this more than once or twice. Jesus! She was squeezing him so damn hard it felt like he was going to explode inside of her any second now, and he gritted his teeth to keep from losing it too soon. “You’re practically a fucking virgin and you didn’t tell me?” he accused, snarling it as if it were a dirty word. “How could you not fucking tell me?”
    Her big eyes went completely round. “Would you have really cared? And I didn’t think you’d be able—well, that you’d be able to tell. I mean—it’s not like I am a virgin, Ry. I’ve had sex. I’ve had orgasms.” Not all at the same time, of course, but he didn’t need to know all her secrets. No way in hell was she admitting that she was the only one who had ever been able to make her come. Though to be fair, she hadn’t really ever given anyone but Jimmy a chance to try.
    She was tight, yes—but she was twenty-seven years old, for crying out loud! It’d never even crossed her mind that he’d be able to tell she hadn’t been ridden countless times and put away damp. He was obviously stunned, and she certainly hadn’t meant to give him such a shock. Damn, talk