Page 12 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

Not that he had any intention of stopping. His cock was hard enough to pound nails, and the mental image of those tight, slick walls stretched around his dick was almost enough to make him come just from the thought alone. He'd be embarrassing himself in a minute if he wasn't careful.

The thought spurred him into action and he crawled up her body, gorging on her breasts as they became level with his mouth, because those uninhibited little noises Taryn made drove him crazy.

Then, finding his way to the delights of her mouth once more, he captured some of them before his patience was shot, and fumbled around on the bedside cabinet for the condom he had thrown there.

Rearing up, he divested himself of his boxers and deftly rolled the protection over his aching shaft. Hearing a gasp, he looked up to see Taryn staring at him in shocked awe, her eyes wide and maybe just a little bit apprehensive.

He gave her a cheeky grin, guessing at her concern. "Don't worry, sweetheart, it'll fit," he quipped, feeling a lightheartedness that he hadn't felt in forever, despite the lust that thundered through his veins.

Taryn looked up at him with complete and utter trust, and Christian leaned down to pull the band out of her hair, sifting the silky mass through his fingers so he could have the satisfaction of seeing it spread across the pillow.

Taking in a steadying breath, he dropped a sweet kiss on her rosy, swollen lips and concentrated on lining his cockhead up with her entrance.

Nestled at the mouth of her warmth, Christian leaned back down and cupped her face in his hands. Her breath was warm and choppy against his lips as he forced himself to take things slowly, fighting against his animal instinct to just thrust his way home. It was enough to make him quiver with impatience, but she was so small that he didn't want to risk hurting her, especially this first time they were together.

Maybe when her body was accustomed to his, he could be a bit more forceful. The thought made his insides shudder with twisted lust and he clenched his jaw against the desire to take her hard and fast and simply bend her to his will.

Fighting for control, Christian eased himself slowly into the hot clasp of her body. He had to grit his teeth at the feel of her tight walls squeezing around him. He was halfway home when he encountered the unexpected resistance. Rearing his head back, he sucked in a shocked breath and stared at the woman beneath him.

"You're a virgin!" he growled, slightly more gruffly than he meant to. Taryn's eyes grew wide at his tone, but the discovery had shaken him.

He started to pull away, but Taryn grasped his taut buttocks in her hands and panted, "Don't you dare!"

"Taryn," he started seriously. "This is a gift you’re giving. It should be with someone you care about. Someone special."

"Christian, you're my best friend. You must realise by now that you are special to me. I want this, and I want it to be with you. There's no one in the world I care for more."

Christian took a deep breath, and swallowed as he took in the enormity of what she was offering.

Truth was he was fond of her, too. More so than any other woman he’d met.

He was satisfied she understood his position regarding a relationship and knew his reasons for not wanting one were genuine. Plus, he didn't want to insult her by implying she didn't know her own mind.

Instead of saying anything more, he acknowledged her words by taking her mouth gently and soulfully, thanking her with his body for the gift she was about to bestow on him.

When he lifted his head, he whispered, "It's probably best if I do it fast. There might be a little bit of pain, but I'll make it quick."

Taryn nodded her head, trust shining clearly in her eyes and Christian dipped his head and drew one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth, suckling hard.

"Christian?" Confusion was evident in her quivering voice.

"Shh," he soothed against her breast. "Trust me.

Taryn subsided and gave her pleasure over to him entirely.

In no time at all, she was writhing and undulating beneath him all over again, her breath coming once again in shortened pants as he played her body to the very best of his ability, but she let out a short, sharp scream and dug her nails into his biceps when he thrust hard and fast inside of her until her barrier was breached and he filled her to the hilt.

Christian paused for a moment to give her time to accommodate his intrusion before he withdrew and plunged inside her honeyed depths again, a hoarse groan slipping from his own throat.

Kneeling up and hooking Taryn’s knees over his forearms, Christian pulled her hips up and pounded into her, the chorded muscles in his neck straining as he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as he desperately tried to control his urge to just let go altogether and empty himself inside her tight clasp.

Reaching down he pressed his thumb to her clit and rotated the hard, little nub with a firm pressure.

The pain was brief,and Taryn couldn't comprehend the way it seemed to immediately morph into something entirely more pleasurable, so she just accepted that that was the way it was.

Christian kept up a steady but unrelenting rhythm, which she soon learned to sync herself with. Her thoughts were jumbled and fragmented, but she was glad that he wasn't treating her with kid gloves. She wanted this to be everything that he needed, too.

Taryn screamed and bucked as Christian dragged her higher and higher toward some invisible peak, which seemed to loom larger and faster with every plunge of his body into hers. When his thumb touched her clit, she bucked clear off the bed, the giddy responses too much for her to absorb. All she could do was surrender to Christian’s ministrations and follow where he led.

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