Page 59 of Take My Hand

She moans in response and wiggles her hips just a fraction. I clench my teeth and take a deep breath through my nose, not wanting to blow my load too soon.

It’s just her and me, hearts pumping, tangled up in the other away from the world and all of its worries. Here and now, my mind is completely free of it all. Every single thought is narrowed in on Carter and her body, her lips, her taste, her moans. The way she responds to my touch and the way she sets me on fire. Sets my soul on fire.

She’s a breath of fresh air to my aching lungs, and I can’t take a deep enough drag.

She’s quick witted, incredibly talented, and her smile is so bright it hurts. And right now, pinned underneath me, impaled on my cock, she’s all mine.

I pull my hips back, drawing almost all the way out of her, pausing and teasing her.

Just as she starts to turn her head to look over her shoulder at me, to figure out why I stopped, I thrust back in. Hard, brutal, savage.

“Fuck,” she moans, burying her face in the mattress so the tail end of the word is muffled.

Another hard thrust and her fingers claw at the sheets.

So warm, so tight, so wet. She’s perfect.

My arms strain as I hold my body weight somewhat hovering above her. I want to flip her over, see her face, but as I angle my hips slightly downward, her entire body shakes.

“Oh shit, Hayden,” Carter gasps and whips her head up, mouth open as I hit that same spot again. “Oh my god, that right there. Shit.”

I laugh as the words spill involuntarily from her lips. “You like that?” I pull back again and slide in slower, deeper.

My body begs me to go faster, to chase the pleasure that is hovering dangerously close in front of me. But my mind leashes it and holds tight. I’m not ready to break this freedom yet. This freedom of just me and her and us.

“Yes, please.”

“I love hearing that word come out of your mouth,” I say against her neck and bite gently, continuing to hit that spot deep inside of her that is about to send her over the edge.

“Now hold on to the pillow,” I instruct her and she immediately reaches for it and digs her fingers in. “And let me have another one.”

My hips piston into her, hitting her just right, and her pussy starts to spasm around me, rippling in absolute rapture.

Carter cries out, and I cover her mouth with my palm, muffling her screams. Not that I don’t want to hear them. Fuck, they about have me spilling into her. But because even though I am completely lost in her, I still have half a mind to remember that we’re in a hotel room.

But damn if I can’t wait to get her back to my own bed and make her scream all night.

Her body quakes underneath me and I keep pounding into her through her orgasm, dragging it out for as long as she can possibly go. Teeth sink into my palm, and I hiss, my balls drawing up and begging to spill.

I slow my pace, needing to calm down.

Carter goes limp beneath me, body wrung out and sated. That just won’t do.

“We’re not done yet,” I tell her, leaning back on my feet and flipping her over.

She allows me to move her like a rag doll, and as her back hits the mattress and she faces me, I finally get a good look at her.

Her bleached hair fans out behind her, but some of the shorter pieces stick to her forehead and cheeks. Her face is flushed with color and a glaze covers her hazel eyes.

Swollen lips from kissing mine and nipples begging for me to reach out and pinch them.

However, what is truly making her glow isn’t the endorphins or the sex. It’s the peacefulness that has settled behind her eyes and flowing throughout her body. Every muscle of hers is relaxed and it’s almost as if I can see into her brain and hear the soft crashing of waves on the beach. Calm and serene. Completely and utterly content.

And by the way her eyes dance over my face and a small smile tips the corner of her mouth, I know she sees the same feelings reflected.

I’m getting from her exactly what I need and she’s getting from me exactly what she needs. I want to guide us through each motion, each touch, and take us to the edge. And she wants to give herself a break from figuring out every little thing and follow me. Trust me.

I lower my head and kiss her, demanding entry into her mouth just like I’ve done with her mind. She kisses me back but allows my tongue to take the lead and she dutifully follows.

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