Her movements got smaller. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too good.”
“Fuck, baby.”
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and flipped her to her back. She needed me to make her feel good and from now on, that was my job.
“Are you ready?” I asked her, searching her eyes for any hesitation. She pulled at me, trying to get me closer. She was more than ready.
She clung to the bed sheets and held her breath as I pushed in in one movement. My eyes were on hers the entire time, checking, assessing my effect on her.
“Oh Jesus,” she said. “It’s just, I’m so full.”
I started moving above her and she cried out again and again. First, the noises she made were small, muffled and then they grew louder, magnified with each movement.
The sounds I created in her thrilled me, made me harder, brought me closer. Her expression told me whatever this was between us was as new for her as it was for me. She searched my face, looking for an explanation as if she were in pleasurable confusion.
I slid her legs up and over my shoulders. I was so deep; I was lost. Sweat coated my body and I wondered how long I would be able to hold off.
I reached forward and found her clitoris with my thumb.
She grabbed my forearm and cried out again.
“Like that?” I asked her, pushing and rubbing.
“Please Jake, I can’t . . . ” She arched off the bed, stretching, offering herself to me, the force of her orgasm drawing her toward me.
I concentrated on her beautiful face, trying to ignore my desire to empty myself into her. My thumb didn’t relent, and as she recovered from her climax, she realized I was going to make her come again.
“Please, Jake,” she cried. Oh, I could get used to her pleas. The uptight, sharp-tongued Haven Daniels begging me not to make her come, again and again. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” I replied. I pushed into her sharply and she relaxed against me, succumbing, giving herself what she needed. She wanted to submit to me as much as I needed her to. I knew her body. She would get a reminder every time she forgot.
Her muscles began to pulse around me and her hands flew to her face as if she were trying to hide the effect I had on her body. But there was no hiding. I knew what I did to her. Every inch of her was mine.
“Look at me.” I twisted my hips as I drove into her. I changed the direction of my circling thumb.
Her hands slid from her face to the pillow behind her. She fisted the fabric as she started to fall.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—fragile, but so strong. Open just for me, a private screening. Her clenching muscles pushed me off the edge, and with a final thrust, I was done for.
It felt as if I lost consciousness for a few seconds. I regained it with the help of Haven’s nails running up and down my back. I shuddered.
“Shit, that was . . . ” I pushed up on my hands to watch her. She smiled at me. Sated.
“What?” she asked and she pulled her arms around my neck and drew me closer.
“I don’t want to squash you.”
“I like feeling your weight on me, like I can’t escape,” she said. Did she want to escape? I’d been clear with her—she wasn’t to run, and if necessary I’d tie her to my bed. She was all I wanted, and if I needed to fight to keep her, I was ready to battle for the rest of my life.
I slumped over her again. “You’re amazing,” I said. “I love to watch you come.”
“Jake,” she said. Her eyes were haunted as she spoke.
“What?” I moved her legs between mine so I surrounded her, pressing my skin to hers. Offering her reassurance.
“Don’t,” she said. She sounded sad.
“Don’t what?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows so I could see her.
“Say stuff, you know, like that.”
“Like what? That you’re amazing and I love watching you come?”
She turned her head away from me and closed her eyes.
“You promised me you weren’t going to run,” I said. “If you
“Fuck, baby.”
I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and flipped her to her back. She needed me to make her feel good and from now on, that was my job.
“Are you ready?” I asked her, searching her eyes for any hesitation. She pulled at me, trying to get me closer. She was more than ready.
She clung to the bed sheets and held her breath as I pushed in in one movement. My eyes were on hers the entire time, checking, assessing my effect on her.
“Oh Jesus,” she said. “It’s just, I’m so full.”
I started moving above her and she cried out again and again. First, the noises she made were small, muffled and then they grew louder, magnified with each movement.
The sounds I created in her thrilled me, made me harder, brought me closer. Her expression told me whatever this was between us was as new for her as it was for me. She searched my face, looking for an explanation as if she were in pleasurable confusion.
I slid her legs up and over my shoulders. I was so deep; I was lost. Sweat coated my body and I wondered how long I would be able to hold off.
I reached forward and found her clitoris with my thumb.
She grabbed my forearm and cried out again.
“Like that?” I asked her, pushing and rubbing.
“Please Jake, I can’t . . . ” She arched off the bed, stretching, offering herself to me, the force of her orgasm drawing her toward me.
I concentrated on her beautiful face, trying to ignore my desire to empty myself into her. My thumb didn’t relent, and as she recovered from her climax, she realized I was going to make her come again.
“Please, Jake,” she cried. Oh, I could get used to her pleas. The uptight, sharp-tongued Haven Daniels begging me not to make her come, again and again. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” I replied. I pushed into her sharply and she relaxed against me, succumbing, giving herself what she needed. She wanted to submit to me as much as I needed her to. I knew her body. She would get a reminder every time she forgot.
Her muscles began to pulse around me and her hands flew to her face as if she were trying to hide the effect I had on her body. But there was no hiding. I knew what I did to her. Every inch of her was mine.
“Look at me.” I twisted my hips as I drove into her. I changed the direction of my circling thumb.
Her hands slid from her face to the pillow behind her. She fisted the fabric as she started to fall.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—fragile, but so strong. Open just for me, a private screening. Her clenching muscles pushed me off the edge, and with a final thrust, I was done for.
It felt as if I lost consciousness for a few seconds. I regained it with the help of Haven’s nails running up and down my back. I shuddered.
“Shit, that was . . . ” I pushed up on my hands to watch her. She smiled at me. Sated.
“What?” she asked and she pulled her arms around my neck and drew me closer.
“I don’t want to squash you.”
“I like feeling your weight on me, like I can’t escape,” she said. Did she want to escape? I’d been clear with her—she wasn’t to run, and if necessary I’d tie her to my bed. She was all I wanted, and if I needed to fight to keep her, I was ready to battle for the rest of my life.
I slumped over her again. “You’re amazing,” I said. “I love to watch you come.”
“Jake,” she said. Her eyes were haunted as she spoke.
“What?” I moved her legs between mine so I surrounded her, pressing my skin to hers. Offering her reassurance.
“Don’t,” she said. She sounded sad.
“Don’t what?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows so I could see her.
“Say stuff, you know, like that.”
“Like what? That you’re amazing and I love watching you come?”
She turned her head away from me and closed her eyes.
“You promised me you weren’t going to run,” I said. “If you
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