Page 62 of Fast & Reckless
He offered her a pained smile and ran his hand up her arm to her shoulder. “Just a second.”
Releasing her, he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and retrieved a condom.
Her stomach clenched pleasantly with nerves and anticipation. This was really happening. Now that they were finally here, she was desperate for it, desperate to feel that hardness sliding into her, to know at last what he felt like.
“Such a Boy Scout,” she murmured.
“You should always be prepared.”
She scooted back off his legs. “Just put it on.”
He moved with an athlete’s enviable efficiency, kicking off his shoes, then his trousers and boxer briefs. When his cock finally sprang free, she had to bite back a noise. She’d imagined it—she could finally admit to herself that she’d imagined it quite a bit—but the reality was infinitely better. The sight of him wrapping a hand around it while he rolled the condom on was going to be playing on repeat in her imagination for quite some time. Every moment of this night would be impressed on her memories for the rest of her life.
When he was ready, she started to lie back, but he stopped her, pulling her back up and urging her onto his lap again.
“No, like this. You’re in control of this. Anything you want.”
She looked down at him, naked and finally hers, and felt momentarily overwhelmed. “I want you to kiss me again,” she whispered.
He reared up, catching her face in his hands again and kissing her, long and deep. She lost her head when he kissed her, so overwhelmed by the taste and sensation of him that she didn’t have room for anything else. All she could think of was getting more of him. Her hand slid down the ridges of his abdomen until she found his cock, wrapping around him to nudge him into place, and he groaned into her mouth. Slowly, she slid down over him. He broke away from her mouth on a gasp.
“God. Oh, god. Mira.”
He was so hard, and so big. Her body stretched around him with a toe-curling perfection, sending shivers of sensation up her spine. Her fingers curled into his hard shoulders as she slowly pushed herself farther down on him.
Suddenly his hands grasped her hips and he thrust up once, seating himself fully inside her and forcing a gasp out of her.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” she sighed, leaning forward until her forehead was pressed against his. “Oh, yes.” She felt utterly filled, surrounded, and consumed by him. Good. It was so good. For a moment, they both held still, breathing hard.
“Whatever you want, Mira,” he whispered, brushing an open-mouthed kiss across her lips. “However you want it.”
He pulsed inside her and she groaned, grinding herself against him.
“God, yes,” he muttered. He braced his arm across the back of her hips, helping her rock against him. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, her aching nipples brushing againsthis chest with every thrust. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, reveling in the feel of his hard body pushing against hers. Her hand came up to fist in the back of his hair as the pressure began deep in her core. So close, but not quite.
“I need you to touch me,” she murmured into his shoulder.
He lay back on the bed and gripped her thighs, helping her move against him. She gasped as he picked up the pace. He was so strong, his abdominal muscles clenching and hips pistoning up with every thrust.
“More,” she moaned.
He lifted a hand to her breast, squeezing, then rolling her nipple between his fingers. So good, but still not exactly where she needed him. She took his hand and slid it down her body. From there, his fingers unerringly found the right spot. Pleasure rippled out, intensifying with every second.
“Oh … Will.” His name came out in a gasp.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
She just whimpered in reply, too overwhelmed by the sensation to speak. Then it burst upon her like glass shattering all around her, a cascade of glittering sensation, rippling down over her. Her hands gripped his biceps as she rode it out, as the pleasure flooded out through her limbs.
As it ebbed away, she lifted her head to smile down at him. He raised a hand to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. The look on his face, the tenderness in his eyes, sent floods of a different kind of feeling through her. Her heart ached, so full of emotion, she couldn’t speak.
She leaned down to kiss him, feeling him still rock hard inside of her. “I want to make you feel good now,” she whispered against his mouth.
“You’ve already made me feel so good, Mira.”
She flexed her hips and he groaned. “Better, then.”
