Page 31 of Full House

He surged in without warning. Unprepared, she winced at the slight discomfort before schooling her features.

Nate didn’t miss her expression. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just been a while.”

“Said I was going to fuck you first.” He slid out before gliding back in. “Better?”

“Yes.” The feel of him filling her had her clutching the sheets. “Don’t stop.”

“Not part of the plan, sweetheart,” he said with a grunt when he withdrew only to slam back in again.

She watched him, all his powerful muscles at work. His arms bulging, his chest flexing. God, what a turn-on just knowing how much stronger he was than her. Knowing he could hurt her but wouldn’t. Knowing he was using all that power just to bring her pleasure.

The slapping of their bodies intermingled with their harsh breathing filled her ears as he pounded into her relentlessly, and she moaned as he hit some magical spot inside her. Tension started to build, but unlike other climaxes she’d had in the past, the sensation kept building.

Chasing the feeling, she worried it might turn into a dud when it seemed to plateau then start to fade, only to grow even stronger right before everything in her exploded.

Closing her eyes, her mouth gaping in a silent scream, her whole body stiffened. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to stay grounded as waves of pleasure washed through her, seeming as if they would never end, until with a last wave of release, she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open at his command, meeting his. Tingles still coursed through her body, and she was panting and gasping for breath.

“I want to look into your eyes when I come.”

And she got to watch, too. Teeth clenching, his jaw flexed and his neck muscles strained, but he didn’t look away and neither did she as his thrusts became erratic and gained in speed.

Then with a shout and one last powerful drive, his hands squeezed the backs of her thighs, and he stilled, planted deep inside her.

Releasing her legs, he dropped his knees to the floor and buried his face in her stomach while he caught his breath.

She was having breathing issues of her own. Her emotions, so close to the surface, caused her chest to stutter as she sucked in air and let it out slowly.

Nate crawled up her body. Elbows resting on either side of her, his hands cupped her face while his thumbs swept away the wetness at her temples. “Good or bad tears?”

“Good.” Her breath hitched, and she took a moment to compose herself. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never felt anything like that before. It made me a little emotional.”

A grin slowly stretched his lips.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get cocky.” She wanted to stress her point by shoving at his chest, but her muscles still felt like jello, and she wasn’t sure she could lift her arms. “Besides, you just set the bar pretty high. Not sure you’ll be able to top it.”

His grin turned into a leer. “Is that a dare?”

She laughed. “If it makes you try harder, then yes.”

Planting his lips near her ear, Nate whispered, “Then I better get started.”

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Nate felt her shiver beneath him, and he took it one step further, sucking her earlobe between his lips and nipping the bit of flesh with his teeth. She squirmed.

Fuck he had it bad. He already felt himself thickening, and he wondered how that was even possible after coming so hard a few minutes before. Never had he craved someone as much as Victoria. He wanted to feast on her. Every damn inch. Wanted to drive her as crazy as she drove him.

“I promised to take it slow this time, but with you, I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“You keep giving me orgasms like that last one, slow or fast, I don’t care how you accomplish it.”

Chuckling, he planted his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She smelled so damn good—like flowers and strawberries.

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