Page 38 of Meet Me In The Dark
There’s just this slow, growing ache that isn’t sharp or painful or cruel.
My mouth falls open. “Oh my God.”
His hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady. “Talk to me.”
“It doesn’t—It feels good.”
I feel his breath of relief across my skin.
“Move,” I beg. “Please, just move.”
“You want more of me?”
“Yes.”
He slides in deeper, hips rocking forward in slow, shallow pulses.
My fingers curl in the sheets, but there’s still no pain, just the weight of him, and the unbelievable fullness that makes my legs tremble.
“You feel that?” he murmurs.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You’re taking all of me so fucking well.”
I moan as my head drops back against the mattress.
He’s fully seated inside me now, his hips flush to mine.
A deep groan tears out of him. “You make it so hard to stay gentle.”
“Don’t stay gentle,” I whisper, half delirious. “Not forever.”
“Christ.”
He pulls back before pushing in again, stretchingme open, filling me so perfectly, so completely, I could sob from it.
My heels dig into the back of his thighs, pulling him closer, harder, faster.
“I’m going to—” I can’t even find words anymore.
“You’re going to what, huh?” he coaxes.
I don’t know why, but I’m nodding furiously.
“Words,” he demands.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I cry out, back arching so much I’m surprised it doesn’t spasm.
His hands tighten on my hips.
He’s giving me exactly what I asked for, and everything I didn’t know I needed.
His cock thrusts into me again and again, and I swear I see stars behind the blindfold.
“You feel that?” he whispers into my neck. “That sweet little spot I keep hitting?”
“Yes,” I pant, hips lifting to meet his next thrust. “God, yes, right there.”
