Page 111 of Resting Beach Face
“Too much?”
“Less talk, more action.”
He laughed, not offended by the demand. He added a second finger, then a third, getting me nice and stretched. By the time he lined up his cock, I was trembling with need.
“Please, Cash, hurry.”
“I got you, sweetheart.”
He grasped my thighs, folding them back, and surged forward. My thoroughly prepped body only put up token resistance to the intrusion.
I stretched, reforming tohisshape as his thick cock filled me inch by inch. Cash’s moan was so decadent that it lit up my body as if his enjoyment was my own. Hell, maybe it was. I sought out his gaze, latching on, needing that emotional connection.
Cash’s eyes were glazed with lust when they met mine, but there was so much more in their depths. Emotions swirled, flickers of warmth and wonder and so much fucking love.
He sank deeper, nudging up against my prostate, and I gasped.
“That good?” he rasped.
“So good,” I confessed.
He withdrew slowly, torturously, then rocked back in, angling for maximum pleasure. I cried out, hiking my legs around his hips and rocking up to meet his next thrust.
Cash hadn’t just had a lot of sex in his life. He was reallygoodat it.
I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he read my needs expertly. When I craved more emotional connection, he instinctively slowed, holding me and whispering such sweet words of praise that I wanted to cry.
“You’re so amazing,” he murmured into my ear. “Every moment with you is a gift, do you know that?”
“God, Cash,” I gritted out, arms tightening around him. “You’re the gift.”
When I grew restless, wanting more, he held my hips in a bruising grip and thrust hard into me, angling to hit the bundle of nerves that lit me up with every stroke. Tension wound in me, tighter and tighter, until I thought I’d break apart.
He grasped my cock, giving it a couple of rough strokes between our bodies.
I shattered with a rough shout, all that tension snapping and releasing a tsunami of pleasure. My cock shot, my ass tightened around his dick, and he groaned out his own release, coming in pulses inside me.
I melted into the mattress like a pile of goo. It had been a very long time since I’d had an orgasm that intense. Most of the time, I was more than satisfied by jerking off, but damn if my body didn’t appreciate the mind-blowing release.
Cash slumped on top of me with a shuddery breath. “Fuck. That was so good.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight while our ragged breathing calmed.
He tensed, lifting his head. “It was good, right? For you?”
“Of course. You were inside me. You should have felt how very good it was.”
He smirked. “Well, yeah, physically, your body liked it. But that’s not always the issue, is it?” He tapped my temple. “Was it good, here?” He tapped my chest. “And here?”
I raised my hands to cup his face. “Yeah, Cash. It was good on all levels.”
He exhaled with a shaky smile. “Good. That’s what I hoped.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? I’ll stop you if something doesn’t feel right.”
Cash nodded. “This was just a lot more intense and I know I can get carried away in the heat of the moment. I don’t want to hurt you, or pressure you to keep?—”
I pressed my hand over his mouth. “Stop it.”
