Page 426 of Rock Me All Night
He lifts me, holds me against the wall. The muscles of his arms flex against my flesh. I should feel scared. That he'll drop me. That this will hurt. That everything will somehow go wrong.
But I'm not scared.
My eyelids press together. My breath hitches. I hook my legs around his waist, spreading as wide as I can, giving myself to him.
I want to be his. Want him erasing the memories of anyone else.
Tom's breath is slow, even. He shifts, his cock nudging against my sex. Almost.
Almost.
He groans as his tip strains against me.
My sex stretches around him. I dig my nails into his shoulders to contain the overwhelming sense of being filled. One delicious inch at a time, he enters me. His eyes darken. His breath hitches. He nips at my neck, his groans vibrating against my skin, filling my ears.
Deeper.
Then it's too deep. Too much. My teeth clench. My neck tenses.
He stops. Cups my neck.
I take a deep breath. I want all of him inside me. Every damn inch. I bring my lips to Tom's, slide my tongue into his mouth. He holds me upright with one hand. The other goes to my breasts, teasing my nipples until my muscles relax.
Tom looks me in the eyes, watching my expression as he slides all the way inside me. I can feel every inch of him, the way my body stretches around him. We're two puzzle pieces, finally locked together.
The world is right.
A groan escapes his lips. He moves slowly, unbearably slowly, thrusting deep inside me and pulling out again and again. With every thrust, the discomfort fades, replaced by pleasure. He's in control. I'm safe with him. As his.
My eyelids press together. It feels too good to do anything but moan. His lips find mine. Our kiss is as deep and slow as his movements.
We're locked together for minutes. Not fast. Not even a little. He's gentle as he fills me with long, slow thrusts. Again and again and again until I'm close enough I'm shaking.
He plants kisses along my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.
Tom Steele is a patient, gentle lover.
Who the hell would have guessed?
I shudder.
Almost.
I arch my hips to push him deeper.
God, he feels good.
He thrusts into me with those same slow, gentle movements. Minutes pass. I'm lost in some world where everything feels good.
My sex clenches. Tighter and tighter and tighter. It's the slowest orgasm in the history of the world.
I keep my eyes glued to his until I can't take it anymore. My lids press together. One more thrust and I tumble over the edge. I come in spasms, pulling him closer, tighter.
He stays inside me until I'm still. His grip tightens against my hips. Our bodies come untangled as carries me on the bed. My back hits the mattress. My legs splay open.
He brings his body on top of mine. His arms plant outside mine. I spread my legs, arching my back to give myself to him.
His tip strains against me. I bite my lip, not sure if I can take him at full force. He's big.
