Page 40 of On Thin Ice

He added a second finger, twisting them together to stretch me open. The burn intensified, a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure radiating through me.

I sobbed his name, shamelessly grinding down onto his hand. The headboard knocked against the wall with each frantic rock of my hips.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, his voice strained with restraint. “So hot. Fuck, Ethan.”

I blinked up at him through wet lashes, tears blurring my vision, and the look on his face almost broke me apart all over again.

His pupils had swallowed the blue of his eyes, leaving only a thin ring of color. His lips were parted, kiss-swollen and red. He looked like he was barely hanging on by a thread.

And still, he took his time, scissoring his fingers inside me, fucking me open until I was a shaking mess, moaning and pleading with every breath I took.

Time seemed to stretch and condense, minutes becoming hours becoming seconds.

“Bell, please,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears, broken and raw. My hands fisted in the sheets. “Need you, need your cock.”

“You think you’re ready for me?” he growled, biting down on the back of my thigh.

“Fuck. Yes, please. Now,” I babbled, rocking my hips frantically, chasing the fullness only he could give me.

When he slipped his fingers free, I hated the sudden emptiness, my hole clenching around nothing.

Bell slicked his dick with quick movements, his hand trembling slightly, betraying the effort it took for him to maintain control.

“Last chance to back out,” he warned.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I hooked my legs around his hips, my heels digging into the small of his back to urge him forward.

He groaned, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest, as he pushed inside, slow and careful. The initial breach sent a shock through me—a burning, stretching, fullness beyond anything I’d imagined.

My breath caught in my throat, my body suspended between pain and pleasure.

My hands flew up to clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging half-moons into his skin as he entered me inch by devastating inch. Sweat beaded along my hairline and my chest, slicking the places where our bodies touched.

“Fuck, E.” His forehead dropped to rest against mine, his entire body trembling with the effort of restraint. His breath came in short, hot puffs against my face, his arms shaking on either side of me.

I panted against his mouth, reeling from the stretch and the burn, my body struggling to accommodate him, to accept him, my muscles clenching against the intrusion. But then, seemingly all at once, I yielded to him in ways I’d never yielded to anything or anyone.

“Move, now,” I begged, my hands sliding to his neck, fingers threading through the damp hair at his nape. “Please, fuck me. Now.”

He kissed me, all tongue and teeth and desperation, and then he started to move, drawing back until just the head of his dick remained inside me before driving forward again. Long, deep strokes that made me sob into his mouth, made my fingers scrabble helplessly against his back.

The mattress springs creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with our gasps and moans. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, primal and intoxicating. With every thrust, pleasure built at the base of my spine, spreading outward like wildfire.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice rough with exertion, his hips picking up speed. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them wider, changing the angle to hit deeper. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby.”

His words of praise washed over me, seeping into empty places inside of me I didn’t know existed before now. I could feel myself unraveling with every word, every thrust, my whole body lighting up like a live wire.

Bell buried his face in my neck and fucked me harder, faster, deeper. His hips snapped against mine with bruising force, his dick hitting what I assumed was my prostate and causing stars to burst in my vision.

“Oh Fuck. Shit. Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried out, the words barely coherent as my dick spurted between us, painting my chest with hot stripes of cum.

Bell groaned, his thrusts turning savage. Theslapof skin against skin filled the room as his rhythm faltered, his body tensing above me.

“Where—fuck—where do you want it?”

“Inside,” I gasped, clenching around him deliberately. My hands slid down his sweat-slick back to grip his ass, urging him deeper. “Fill me up.”

He let loose a string of profanity that would make a sailor blush and thrust deep one last time. His body went rigid above me, his muscles locking as he came with a roar, his dick pulsing and throbbing as he marked me from the inside.

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