Page 52 of Unhurried Hearts

“I’m ready.”

The pressure of his head at my entrance is pleasurable. Because I’m so damn wet he has no issue lining himself up perfectly. I tilt my hips, arching my back, and he slowly advances into me inch after inch while I gasp for air.

“Oh, fuck, Anna. Fuck, you feel good.”

“Chris…”

“Is it okay? Are you okay?”

I grin into my miniature pillow at his tenderness.

“It’s...a lot,” I admit, blushing at the statement.

“I know, babe.” He kisses my temple and gives me yet another inch.

Despite the subtle burn as I stretch around him I already want more. I thrust my hips back rhythmically, taking asmuch of him as I can while he holds still. We’re connected everywhere, from his nose in my hair to our intertwined legs. The restraint he must be exercising is incredible. Once he’s fully seated in me and I’m writhing against him like a desperate woman, his control snaps.

“Have to move now,” he says through gritted teeth.

He withdraws fully and I hate the emptiness. Then he thrusts back in and the long, wicked moan that leaves my throat is barely recognizable. Chris grips my top hip, seemingly fueled by my needy sounds, and increases the pace of his thrusts to a slow pump.

“More, Chris.” I spur him on.

“Annie...it’s your first time, I don’t want to hurt you.”

I turn my head, seeking his mouth, biting his bottom lip hard when I find it in the eerie glow.

“Damn it,” he hisses.

I know I’m about to get what I asked for when he pulls out and rolls me to my stomach, positioning himself behind me with haste. When he’s in me again my mouth pops open at how different, how muchdeeperhe is at this angle.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Some of the sweetness is gone from his voice.

“Yes.”

“You wanted this cock deeper inside you?”

“Chris!”

Whether it’s the new angle or the lower octave of his voice, I contract around him.

“Does my sweet girl like it deep?”

The idea of being Chris’s girl, hissweetgirl, is a delight to my ears and sends another pulse through my pussy. This dirtier-talking version of Chris is doing delicious things to my body. His pace is perfect. Long deep strokes hit spots I’ve never reached before.

“Chris, I’m gonna come,” I cry out in surprise, the orgasm building faster than I thought possible.

He laughs wickedly, “Of course you’re going to come on this cock, Annie. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

It’s the conviction on his tongue that undoes me. Every part of me tightens like a coiled spring.

“The best part about being out here, Anna, is that you can scream as loud as you want while I make you come, and not a single person but me will hear it.”

So I do. I scream out my pleasure and I call out his name. Sending my utter delight through the forest like a fierce gust of wind. His thrusts grow wild and shallow, and I sink into the bedding as he comes long and hard within my walls. An unstoppable smile stretches across my face.

Chapter twenty-two

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