Page 105 of Tangled Like Us
The pressure is overwhelming at first, and my thighs quake, my whole body begging for another climax that he’s been supplying.
“Thatcher,” I moan.
“I have you.” His words are firm. He concentrates on my features, my body, and he eases further inside of me.
I bow my hips, rocking forward on impulse—oh no.I intake a staggered breath at the pinch of pain, stars dancing in my vision. Too much too fast.
“Easy,” Thatcher says, very serious, and he leans back down, kissing the outside of my lips. He studies me for another beat and rubs my clit.
I tremble.Better.And I blow out a controlled breath, relaxing.
He sits back up on his knees, and I fixate on how I’m lying on a beautiful bed, and my legs are spread around my handsome bodyguard, and his cock is sliding in me.
Arousal balls up in my throat.
I greedily and selfishly wish this could happen again. Possibly forever.Jane.
I push past those thoughts and enjoy this moment with Thatcher for all its worth, and to me, it’s worth a lot. He is risking so much, and I don’t take that for granted.
Thatcher lets go of my hand and clasps my wide hips. He drives deeper,deeperinside of me.
“Yes,” I cry. “Yesyesyes.” I feel so full, and I reach a peak incredibly fast. He is justinme, and I contract around him. My head lolls back, my body arching. Sensations pummeling me like waves crashing to shore.
“God,” Thatcher chokes on a husky groan, and he takes a pause. Letting me catch my breath. He puts his hand to my heart that speeds out of control.
After a minute, he starts to thrust in and out, in and out. His pace mounts a euphoric friction in my body. I angle my head and I watch his cock disappear in me—oh my…
Pleasure drives straight to my core. I shake.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
My moan pitches the air like a cry of ecstasy, and I clench and come around him. My legs twitching. “ThatcherThatcher…oh my God.” Water wells the corners of my eyes, and I turn my head into the mattress, gasping.
“Christ, Jane,” he groans, and finding my hand again, he threads our fingers. He leans down, and our mouths meet.
I’m sweaty and my heart is beating rapidly out of my body again, but still, I desperately want his lips against mine.
We kiss, his tongue urging my mouth apart so sensually, and he’s rocking into me. Not having come yet, but he slows his tempo. Like he understands every inch of me is a tender hotspot. Gradually allowing me to build back up.
He deepens the kiss and then breaks away first. Just to ask, “Alright?” I’m nodding, but maybe he doesn’t believe I understand what he’s asking.
Possibly I look glazed and spent, but I’m not yet.
He reaches down between our bodies. His thumb skims my swollen clit. It’s tender but touchable, and I instantly crave more friction. I grind forward into him.
Thatcher shifts us slightly. He hooks his arm under my knee, and he braces his forearm to the bed, spreading me more while he drives harder inside of me.Oh God.Missionary, but with Thatcher cloaking me…
I hold on to his toned back.
Every thrust is long and deep and makes a loudscreechon the rickety, iron bed, and with each push forward inside of me, the headboard naturally knocks into the wall.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Sweat glistening between us, we’re intertwined. All restless limbs and unlocked passion.
