Page 555 of Rock Me All Night
He slows, watching my reactions, waiting until my chest heaves with a steady inhale.
It's right, our bodies connected.
It's the most right thing in the history of the universe.
Still, I need him closer. One of my hands slides around his neck, to the back of his head. The other goes to his shoulder, under the soft fabric of his shirt.
His eyes stay glued to mine as he nudges deeper. Deeper. I squeeze him tighter, arching my back, spreading my legs.
My last hint of inhibition falls away.
He groans as he goes deeper. "Mmm. Jess." His nails are hard against the soft flesh of my ass. "You feel fucking good."
He presses me against the wall as he slides into me.
It's slow. I can feel my sex stretching to take him deeper, enveloping him. God, he feels good. I tug at his hair. No shyness. "You're huge."
He nods. No ego. Just an acknowledgment of facts.
His eyes are glued to mine. His voice is attentive. "Stop me if it's too much."
Slowly, he shifts out, so I can just barely feel him. He does it again. Again. Again.
Pete Steele is a hell of a tease.
My eyelids drift together. I'm dizzy with lust. I can't think. Can't do anything but feel his cock driving into me.
My body moves on its own. My thighs squeeze his hips. My hands go to his chest, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. There, one down. Then the next. The next. Three. Two. One.
I push the shirt to his shoulders, exploring every inch of his chest.
My sex clenches as he thrusts into me. It's hard. Deep. I feel full. Like our bodies are meant for each other.
I lose myself in the pleasure building between my legs. I arch my back so my clit presses against his pubic bone. The sounds of the street—- the traffic, the conversations outside the club, the music—fade until all I can hear is his heavy exhale, our flesh connecting as he thrusts into me.
Again.
Again.
Again.
An orgasm rises up inside me. Almost. I bring my hands back to his shoulders, holding tight.
I've never come from penetration before.
But I'm almost there.
Like last time, my body knows what it wants better than I do. My fingers dig into his shoulders. My back curls, my shoulders pressing against the wall, my hips shifting towards his.
He's watches my reactions, moving in time with my grunts and moans. It's like he knows what I want before I do.
His hands stay tight around my hips, pinning me in place so he can work his magic.
Harder. Deeper.
Oh.
That's exactly where I need him. I dig my fingers into his skin, groaning his name.
