Page 37 of Back in Black

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Lost, Drew caught her legs in the crook of his elbows and moved over her. As he spread her supple thighs wide, he wedged his hips in. The flesh of her silky inner thighs against his waist sent blood rushing to his head. The sensation of dominating her turned him on even more.

This,he thought,is how a woman should feel, giving and sexy and soft.

Her legs pressed back, exposing her more, making his heartbeat thunder in his ears. He could see all of her. Even in the dim light, he was able to watch as his cock pressed into her, as her sleek, pink lips opened around him.

Rather than protest, Gillian put her head back in a sign of submission.Sheloved it, too, and knowing that was enough to destroy his control.

Immersing himself in the sounds of her heavy breathing, the heat of her, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal, Drew entered her.

And found her wet, but so damn snug.

He hadn’t expected that and he closed his eyes for only a moment, struggling with himself. When he opened them again, he sank in a little more and locked his teeth at how she squeezed him so tightly. “How long has it been for you?”

Lifting her head, Gillian stared at him in lust-dazed disbelief. “My God, Drew, do you really want to have this conversation now?”

Hear about Gillian with other men? Was he an idiot? No. He shook his head. “Probably not.”

She dropped back again. “I didn’t think so.”

Jaw clenched, testicles tight, Drew kept up the slow pressure until she held every inch of him. Liking that a lot, he leaned down onto her, pressing her legs back even more, relishing every sensation.

The muscles in her legs tensed; she knotted her hands in the bedsheets and groaned. In this position, he was impossibly deep—and still he leaned down more until he could suck on her jutting nipples.

As soon as he did that, Gillian moaned, arched her back up to accommodate him, and grabbed for his biceps as if she needed an anchor.

Pushed to the limit, Drew pulled back and thrust in again. He felt her womb, felt the clenching of her body, almost as if in pain.

They both gasped.

Holding himself still, Drew asked, “Are you okay?”

She swallowed twice, nodded, and whispered, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“No, no, I won’t.” Done with holding back, Drew rode her hard, withdrawing and driving in again, over and over, harder each time. Positioned as they were, every thrust slid his length along her clitoris. She went wild.

Whatever finesse he’d hoped to employ would have to come after he took the edge off, Drew decided. But it didn’t matter right now anyway, because Gillian was with him, moving her hips as much as she could in his restrained hold.

She spurred him on with soft moans and harsh groans and the continuous gripping of her body as she neared her release.

Before he’d even realized she was ready, she cried out, her back bowing hard and her inner muscles clamping down.

“Gillian.” He said her name just to hear it, just to reaffirm the reality of her here with him, taking him and giving to him and enjoying every second.

It went on and on, pushing Drew over the edge. He needed her mouth, so he kissed her, and he kept on kissing her until he sank down onto her with his own numbing release.

Moments later, depleted, he carefully released her legs and moved to her side. The storm still battered his house, almost matching his heartbeat.

Languidly, Gillian reached over and put a hand on his sweaty abdomen. He covered it with his own.

“You’re right, Drew.”

He couldn’t even breathe yet, and she wanted to talk? Taking a deep breath to help catch his wind, he tried to man up. “About?”

She turned to her side to face him and slipped one leg over his.

That felt nice. Really nice. Curling up with Gillian after incredible sex—yeah, he liked that.

She snuggled into him. “I’m in no hurry to run off.”

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