He lined his erection up, and then he was filling her slowly. Completely. Penetrating her inch by painstaking inch, until the base of his cock rubbed against her still swollen clit. She gasped as he filled her, held her there. As she gave herself completely to him.
She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and she loved this demanding, controlling side of him. Of the feeling she was spinning completely out of control.
She didn’t have time to worry about the rest of her life—her entire existence hinged on this moment. This man.
He pulled out slightly, and then he began thrusting. Holding her legs in place as claimed her, his eyes dark with arousal. His thick shaft filling her completely.
Her breasts bounced as he began thrusting harder, and he ducked down, taking one nipple into his mouth.
Emma was completely at Hunter’s utter mercy—her legs spread wide, pinned in place as he held her open, her body surrendering to the exquisite pressure of his throbbing erection filling her again and again. His tongue flicked mercilessly over her nipple, and as the base of his erection rubbed against her swollen clit, she screamed.
Cried out his name as her orgasm went on and on. As she again was pushed over the precipice, helpless to her body’s response to his touch. Hunter growled in approval, then stiffened slightly above her, thrusting twice more as he found his own release.
She lay panting and sated beneath him as he released her legs and slowly pulled free. He took off the condom and pulled her to him in bed. Held her close as she gasped for breath. His body was solid and warm, and she clung to him, letting him hold her as her head fell against his chest. Her leg draped over his, the springy hair on his legs tickling her skin, and then he kissed the top of her head.
Told her to sleep.
“Oh my God, Hunter,” she murmured.
His hand trailed down her back, lightly caressing her skin as relaxed against him. She sighed as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat and finally shut her eyes.