Page 26 of Come Apart
Her eyes go wide, then flutter closed at the sensation.
She arches into me, tugging harder at the sheets. Wrapping my hands around her ankles, I hold them to my chest.
She's all mine now. And entirely at my mercy.
I thrust into her, keeping her pinned.
Her body is shaking.
Her lips part and a tiny groan escapes.
I need more of that noise. I need her screaming.
I thrust into her with long, slow strokes. I can feel every inch of her around me. Pleasure pools inside me.
Nothing matters but this, but us.
Her breath is heavy. Another low groan escapes her lips. I dig my nails into her ankles and thrust.
Harder and deeper into that tight perfection of her pussy. Until her groan is louder, lower.
Until she's panting.
Pleasure suffuses her face. Her eyelids are heavy. Her lips press together.
Her hands twist in the sheets.
It's the best thing I've ever seen.
I can never get enough of it.
I thrust into her again and again. And again.
She arches into my movements, throwing her head back like it feels so good she can't take it for another second.
My pleasure grows.
My body tingles.
It's desperate to fill her, to mark her as mine.
But not yet. Not until she comes.
I slide my hands down her calves and thighs, all the way to her hips. I move her back and climb onto the bed.
She shudders as I lower my body onto hers.
Her legs are pressed against my chest, her ankles around my shoulders.
And she's closer now. Close enough I can look into her eyes. They're wide with desire.
"Luke..." she groans.
It's all the encouragement I need.
I plant my hands next to her and I thrust into her.
She feels so good around me.
