Page 36 of Holding Out

She groaned and pressed toward him, wanting more.Needing more.

It was a stretch now, a little bit of a burn, but not bad.

With a thrust, he was all the way in her.Okay,ow, that was a lot of burn, but as she adjusted to the feeling, it started to subside, and—wow.He was in her to the hilt, which meant his body met hers right at her pubic bone and when he edged forward to seat himself more fully, he rolled and stretchedrightacross her clit, and she cried out.

“You okay?”

“Do.That.Again,” she instructed.

“Greedy,” he said, with great satisfaction.“I knew you’d be greedy.God, that’s hot.”And he did exactly what she’d asked, with the added benefit that he propped himself over her and worked her nipple again with his tongue.

She got lost in the sensations, the chain of electricity linking her nipple to her clit, the winding up, reeling in, tightening down—

“I’m going to—ohhhhhh.”

She never finished the sentence because he’d pushed her over the edge, and she was coming, coming so hard her vision went white and pleasure knotted her tight and unwound her again, in alternating waves.Vaguely, dimly, she heard him cry out, sensed him rigid above her, felt him pulsing inside her, thrusting deep and holding there, but all she could do was wrap her arms and legs around him and hold on for all she was worth.

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He hadn’t meant to go over with her.He’d meant to give her two or three orgasms and come when he was good and ready.

But she was—

She was too much.Too hot, too tight, too eager, too grateful, too greedy.She was all around him and she’d gotteninhim, too: under his skin, in his head, rattling around in his chest.It wasn’t just the slick heat that had taken him over the edge, it was how damn much she was into it.

He separated himself from her, taking care with the condom.He went into the bathroom and came back out with a warm washcloth, because even though his strongest impulse was to get the hell out of dodge before shit got real, there was no way he was going to be that guy.Everyone deserved to be treated like a princess and given a good cuddle afterwards.

He caught her examining a spot of blood on the hotel bedsheets, looking chagrined.

“Ah, no biggie,” he said.“It’s just so we can prove to the village elders that you didn’t cheat your First Rites.”

She laughed and stretched under his caretaking, that beautiful curvy body arching back against the bed.

“Feels nice,” she murmured.

He dealt with the washcloth, then came back to bed and wrapped his arms around her.

“Griff?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“That was good.”

He smiled into her hair.“Glad to hear it.It was good for me, too.”

“You virgin fetishist, you.”

Yeah, that part had been fun, for sure, though there was more to it.He almost told her that wasn’t why it had been good, but then he thought about how he’d been the one who hadn’t wanted things to be complicated, which was still true, so he just left it alone.

“Do you feel different?”he asked her.

“Well, I feel like I just came really hard.”

He chuckled.“Aside from that.”

“Nope.Well—” she hesitated.“I feel relieved.That there’s nothing wrong with me.”

Shocked, he pulled away and sat up.“Wrongwith you?Are youkidding?”

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