deeper. Ouch.
It was his turn to gasp. “Take it easy, for fuck’s sake!”
“Just making sure you don’t chicken out on me.”
“Not a chance,” he promised. “Too late.”
She wiggled, seeking relief from that immense, dull pressure. She was immobilized by his huge body. He gasped again at her writhing. “For God’s sake,” he complained. “Be still. Let me take this slow.”
“I thought the whole act was a little more dynamic,” she snapped.
“Not yet.” He rolled to the side, and that helped. He searched out her clitoris and played with it, barely moving inside her as he swirled his thumb around the taut nub. His lips found her nipple, sucked it deep, and her body slowly began to make sense of the invasion.
Her chest shivered, softened. It still hurt, but it glowed too, pulsing. A strange urgency was building up, and she wiggled madly to explore the throb, the tender strokes. He rolled back on top of her again, and began to move, wedging impossibly deeper.
“Good God, aren’t you all the way inside yet?” she asked.
“We’re getting there.”
“Who knew there was so far to go?” she said testily.
That feral wolf smile appeared on his face, and his hips shoved hard against hers. “You have no idea how far we’re going to go.”
She stared into his face. His thrusts deepened. The feeling was so strong. She felt helpless, every nerve in thrall. Her heart was about to explode, but he didn’t want her to love him, and what the hell was she going to do about that?
She wanted to pierce through the armor of his self-command. She wrapped her arms around his neck, jerked his head down and kissed him. His eyes popped open, startled, and after a second, he kissed her back, demanding more. As if she hadn’t given him everything.
Even the parts he did not want. Like her heart.
She pushed that thought away. This was for pleasure, for opening herself up to all the possibilities in her life. This was a gift to herself, and she would damn well enjoy it without getting all wound up with it.
The kiss opened up nameless depths inside her, a wilderness of unknown, terrifying sensations. She drew him deeper, bathed his phallus with slick warmth to make the glide easier, and it was so good, so sweet, so fine. All pain was forgotten in the swelling surge of bliss.
She almost dragged him along with her, but Jon clenched his teeth and breathed it down, forcing himself to wait while she exploded.
He wanted to feel it. The bright wash of her pleasure shooting up, her pussy clenching hard, pumping him. He could blow his own wad later. This was special. He’d never been with a woman so responsive.
After her orgasm eased down to a shimmer, her eyes opened, heavy-lidded and dazed. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sort of…um…on a hair trigger.”
“You’re apologizing?” he asked, incredulous. “There’s nothing in the world better than making a woman come with your cock inside her.”
The generic statement was not what she wanted to hear, but he was too far gone for self-censorship or delicacy. In fact, he was about to explode from the strain of holding back. “I’m not done,” he said.
She arched beneath him, moving her hips in a gesture of sweet, sensual surrender. It made his chest ache. “Do it,” she said. “Anything.”
He scooped her legs up, draping them over his elbows. Her smile was so sweet, he could hardly bear to look at it. Something swelled inside him, strained, then snapped. He took her at her word, going at her harder than he’d meant to, but once started, he was helpless to stop. No way out but straight through to the pounding finish, and he hoped to God those sounds were wails of pleasure—
His climax thundered down. He spurted out his very soul.
They lay there for a sweat-drenched, panting eternity. He would have been horrified at himself, if it had not so obviously worked for
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