Page 273 of The First Time
I shift off him, plant my knees on the bench, and press my palms against the slick leather.
He positions himself behind me. His zipper undoes. My tongue slides over my lips reflexively. I want so badly to touch him or taste him. Something. Anything.
But I'm still at his mercy.
No, I like being at his mercy.
I want it.
And I want more.
I want everything.
For the first time in my life, I'm greedy.
His fingers dig into my hips. He holds me in place as he drives into me. It's one hard thrust. I get the full force of him.
Just him. No condom. Nothing between us. Well, between our bodies.
My eyelids press together.
He feels so good. Warm and hard and mine. Like his body was made for mine. Like we're both exactly where we belong.
"You need to come on my cock." His voice is heavy. Almost desperate.
I nod. I need to come on his cock. I need it more than I've ever needed anything.
He holds me in place as he fucks me.
He goes hard. Deep. It hurts, but in a good way. In a fucking amazing way.
Pleasure wells up inside me. I tug at the seat. Curl my toes. Groan against the leather.
It spurs him on. Gets him going deeper. Groaning lower.
He slides his hand between my legs to stroke my clit.
Fuck.
It pushes me right to the edge. Almost…
I arch my back, shifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
His nails dig into my skin. A warning that he's in charge. I moan some kind of affirmation. He's in control. I love him in control.
A few more thrusts and I'm there. All that pressure unwinds. My sex pulses as I come. I groan his name. I rock my hips. I try to do something to contain the intensity of it, but it still knocks me over.
My knees shake.
My hands slip.
Blake helps me up. Holds me tighter. Only he's not Blake now. He's that animal version.
His groans are low and deep.
His movements are rough. Hard.
He moves faster. Deeper.
