Page 117 of Red Zone
“You feel—” I break off with a quiet laugh, shaking my head as I press deeper. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”
And when she tightens her legs around me, pulling me closer, all I can think—over and over—is how impossible it’s going to be to ever let her go.
Her hips instinctively tilt up, meeting me halfway.
Her warmth envelops me inch by inch, tight and soft, and the feeling almost knocks the breath out of my chest.
I groan her name low against her cheek, trying to keep my control, but it’s impossible when she’s clinging to me like this.
Her legs tighten even more around my waist, hooking at the small of my back to draw me in deeper, and I feel her whole body shiver under me, pussy practically choking my cock, as I bottom out inside her.
We stay there for a beat—both of us breathing hard, her forehead pressed to mine, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusts to me.
I drag my hands slowly down her sides, feeling every curve of her body shift beneath me. Her skin is hot and smooth under my palms, her ribs expanding with each breath, her hips rocking faintly as though her body’s already searching for more.
I pull out just enough to feel her clench around me, then push back in, slow and deep.
She presses into me, her lips parting on a quiet, breathy moan of my name that sends heat pooling low in my gut.
“Goddamn, Lyla…” I groan, my hands gripping her hips now, holding her steady as I start to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
Every roll of my hips draws another sound out of her—soft little gasps, quiet whimpers that she tries to bite back but can’t.
Her fingers clutch at my back, her nails digging in as she meets me thrust for thrust, my hands moving to her ass, tilting her hips just enough to let me slide deeper with each stroke.
The sheets rustle beneath us, and her legs flex around me, her knees drawing higher to let me press closer, angling my hips just right.
She lets out a sharp little cry when I hit the spot that makes her whole body jump, and I don’t even try to hide my smile as I lower my mouth to her ear.
“There?” I rasp, my breath hot against her skin. “Right there?”
She nods frantically, whispering, “Don’t stop—don’t stop?—”
So I don’t.
I maintain a slow, deliberate rhythm, doing exactly what she says, making sure there’s constant friction over her clit as I move. Her head tips back into the pillow, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I watch her come apart beneath me.
I dip my head, kissing the hollow of her throat, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts, tasting the salt on her skin as she arches into me.
Her hands find my hair, tugging hard as she tightens around me, her legs clamping around my waist as her whole body trembles.
“That’s it,” I groan against her shoulder, my thrusts starting to falter as she gasps my name, her hips jerking under me. “Come for me, Princess. Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy.”
She goes over the edge with a broken little moan, her walls fluttering around me, and the sight of her like this—completely undone, completely mine—tips me right over with her.
I press as deep as I can go, burying myself inside her as my release rips through me, my face buried in her neck, her name falling from my lips over and over like a prayer.
Even then, I can’t stop moving right away—rocking into her in smaller, slower motions as the aftershocks roll through both of us.
When I finally still, my chest is heaving, but I stay right there—forehead to hers, my hands smoothing over her sides as she tries to catch her breath.
Her body is still trembling faintly beneath me, her legs softening but still loosely wrapped around my hips, her hands fisted in my hair like she doesn’t want to let me go just yet.
And God help me…
I don’t want to let her go either.
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