Page 44 of Peer & Coco

His finger circled her clit. She whimpered, holding on to the out-of-control pleasure thrashing eagerly inside of her.

His hand left her, then wrapped around her wrist, taking her off his cock. He broke the kiss and reared up on his knees, grabbing the condom on the bed.

She gazed down at his strong forearms, broad hands, his skill at rolling on the protection. His cock pulsed, visibly throbbing, at his touch. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. He was such a powerful, sexy, strong man.

Fierce.

Yet, she'd witnessed the softness behind the armor many times as he held Tyr.

If he believed in something strong enough, he wouldn't budge. She loved that about him, and also feared the results of his stubbornness.

She raised her gaze, connecting with his. Unable to read his emotions in his blue eyes, she could only guess what was going through his mind.

Love.

Hate.

Fear.

Confidence.

Whatever it was, it had him filled with dominating confidence that was contagious.

He lowered himself between her legs, his hands landing on the mattress on each side of her head. "Your pussy is wet for me."

She trailed her hands up his chest and around his neck, hooking her ankles behind his thighs. As if her body knew what to do, she found herself spread out underneath him, pulling him down.

"I'm always ready for you." She lifted her hips off the mattress.

He lowered himself, nudging her sex with the head of his cock. Not putting it inside of her, he rubbed his hardness along her slit, over her clit. She grabbed his shoulders and arched. Needy and frantic with each of his golden strokes, she brought his head down until their foreheads connected.

"Ready?" His hips glided him between her legs.

She nodded, breathing hard, anticipating the sweet invasion. "Yes."

His rhythm slowed. She fought for air as her natural instinct to tighten all her muscles and hold her breath overtook her.

Pressure landed at the entrance of her pussy and plunged into her. She gasped, shuddering in nirvana.

As he thrust in and out, she struggled to keep herself grounded. Her breath wouldn't come, and she panted.

Her legs locked around him, trying to stay in the moment but she was spiraling out of control on the edge of a climax. Not knowing when it would hit but warned of the intensity, she gripped Peer, digging in her nails.

His upper body arched, and he plunged harder, faster. It was all too much. Too full. Too exciting. Too big. She hooked her hands behind his neck and lifted off the mattress, wanting it all.

He balanced on one arm and grabbed her ass with his free hand. She needed to touch every part of him and pressed against him. Practically hanging off his body, her movements swayed with the force of his rhythm.

Her body wound tighter and tighter. She held on tighter and tighter. She came over and over in a soul-stealing moan. His deep groan added to the mix and together, they trembled in each other's arms.

Growing weaker, her arms loosened. He lowered her to the bed, pressing down on her, until he rolled to the side, pulling her with him. She kept her legs around him, not ready for him to leave her body yet.

Several minutes passed. She lifted her head off his chest. Love flowed through her at his heavy-lidded gaze under a prominent brow bore into her.

"I should've jumped you when I first moved in," she whispered on a giggle.

"Wish you would've." He kissed her softly. "Missed all this for a year. Should've—"

She covered his lips with her finger, silencing his regrets. "It worked out perfectly. I wouldn't change us at all. Not many people have a chance to be friends first with the person they love with their whole heart. I think it'll make it easier and mean more to us in the long run, don't you?"

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