Page 58 of Take My Hand

“Please,” I whimper.

I don’t know if it’s the desperation in my voice, the quivering of my entire body, or if Hayden himself is at the edge of his control, but his eyes hold mine captive as he locks his lips around my clit and sucks. Hard.

My body locks up, pleasure building and pulsing through every inch. Stars dance behind my eyes and my head digs into the mattress, thrown back in ecstasy.

Words are caught in my throat, mouth open in a silent scream. I’ve never felt anything like this. And I never want to come down from it.

Hayden works me through my orgasm, but his tongue is softer as he laps at me. Just enough stimulation to make it last but not enough to be too much.

As I fully come down, my body melts into the mattress, muscles like jelly and utterly useless.

Hayden kisses my inner thighs before crawling over me, leaning down for a kiss.

I taste myself on his lips. He’s unhurried in his actions, even has his hips grind over me, cock hard and straining at the confines of his briefs.

I’m about to bring my hands down and wrap them around his shoulders when he pulls my lower lip between his teeth and bites it.

My eyes spring open and the soft and sweet Hayden that was here a moment ago is gone. He looks at me like I’m his prey that he’s lulled into a false sense of security.

He flips me over onto my stomach, my elbows bracing underneath me to keep from face planting into the mattress. His chest lies flush on my back, his weight sinking into me, surrounding me in a blanket of muscle and warmth. I know he doesn’t have his full weight resting on me, but enough so that I can’t move around much. A rush of heat pulses through my body at the thought.

“Spread your legs for me, butterfly,” Hayden whispers in my ear, shifting his weight slightly more to his forearms to allow me to do so.

Without a second thought, I slide each leg out, allowing him to settle his powerful thighs between mine.

“Look who’s learned how to listen. One orgasm and that’s all it took.” His breath dusts over my neck as he pushes my hair off my shoulder to pepper gentle kisses along my neck and back. My toes curl into the soft sheets and I can’t help the whimper that escapes past my lips when one of his hands is suddenly in between my legs, rubbing up and down my slit.

I arch my neck back, panting heavily. His hand doesn’t slow, spreading my wetness up to my clit and making oh-so-slow teasing circles around. So soon after my orgasm, even his soft touch is slightly uncomfortable.

“Hayden,” I moan. It’s too much and also not enough. I feel empty.

“I need you,” I say, turning my head to pull him into a kiss as best as I can with my limited range of motion. His lips open for me, tongue lightly stroking mine in the same lazy rhythm his hand is working me.

Hayden breaks the kiss, propping himself up on his left forearm and stops what he’s doing with his right. I groan, frustrated and worked up beyond the point of coherent thought. A soft laugh is the only response I get as he climbs off, and judging by the sound of tearing foil, sheathing himself in a condom.

The bed dips with his weight as he crawls back on. His cock glides up and down, coating it in my wetness before pressing against my entrance.

His body settles atop me, making sure I’m well and surely trapped, as if he’s worried about me running off. The thought is laughable because at this point I’m so lost in him, I’d be stumbling around blindly.

One kiss to the back of my neck and then his cock enters me, stretching and filling. Fuck, it feels so good I could cry. Literal, actual tears of joy. All of my nerve endings are focused on him, still trying to slide in.

I feel completely full and stretched as much as I can, but he still continues to try to work himself in.

“I need you to relax, baby.” His voice is strained, and his sweat drops onto my back.

“I-I can’t?—”

“You can. I know you can,” he says as he presses in further, filling me impossibly full and bottoming out. There’s an edge of pain to it but…

I think I might like it.

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HAYDEN

Her body feels like heaven, and if I left this earth right now, I’d leave a happy man.

“Fuck, Carter. I love the way you feel.”

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