Page 64 of Protected By West
He used his hands to skate over her skin, pausing just as he turned his head skimming his lips against the shell of her ear. "Give me a little room, Trace. Spread your legs for me."
He felt her shiver against him, the little furtive movements of her body brought her into contact with his and when she widened her stance on his shower's tile floor it brought her gorgeous ass up against the part of him that was aching to her touch.
Weston heard her warm laughter and brought a hand up to cup her breast.
The sounds coming from her throat changed from a laugh to a soft gasp.
He had to agree with her.
Feeling the warmth and weight of her breast in his hand, his cock hardened even more, thickening between them.
"Thank god the kids went home."
"If one of them came in here and disturbed us, I might have to shoot them."
She laughed. "After I got through with them."
He smiled and adjusted his hold, the very tip of her nipple between his fingers, he pinched it and felt her arch back against him.
"No more talk about the toddlers. I want you, West."
He reached his other arm around her and flattened his palm against her belly, tipping her hips back against him.
"You're going to feel so good around me."
Weston moved his hand from her belly and brought it around, taking hold of his cock at the base he felt a momentary relief from the building tide inside of him. The pain of his hold took a bit of the edge off, but it also made him long for the warmth of her body.
It didn't take more than a moment for him to fit himself against her and the way her body gripped him as she canted her hips back, inviting him in.
He leaned in closer, bringing his chest against her back, he wrapped his arm around her again and held her still as he found his way home.
"Are you ready, babe?"
She drew in a breath and let it out. "I've been waiting for this all day."
Before he moved, she sank back against him, taking him in.
He felt every inch surrounded by her heat and when he was fully seated inside of her, he took one last steadying breath and let go.
It started simply enough with long, sliding thrusts, but before he knew it, it became hotter and harder, going from tip to balls deep in less than a blink of an eye.
Tracy didn't flinch at all, she welcomed him in, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself against the tile wall, her head falling forward.
Was there anything as good in his life as time alone with her?
He doubted it.
He just wanted to have more. More of everything with her.
"M-my legs," she spoke on a moan, "I'm n-not sure I can keep standing."
Weston leaned in further, nipping her earlobe between his teeth. "If they give out, I'll hold you."
She dropped her left hand and folded her fingers together with his, pressing against her belly. "So damn close," she murmured, "you keep this pace up and I might just..."
He pulled back and fastened his mouth over the pulse in her throat.
Weston felt her pulse flutter against his tongue and sucked harder.
