Page 75 of The Hacker
Opening the drawer, he pulled out the foil envelope and tossed it on the pillow before sliding onto the bed beside her, his long, hard body pressed against her side. He cupped a hand over her breast and gave her a lingering kiss. His erection was hard against her thigh, so she reached over to wrap her fingers around it and stroke. The motion pushed her breast harder into his palm, which wound her even tighter. She was ready to explode.
He started to roll onto his back but she braced her hand against his chest. “I want you on top,” she said.
“Are you sure?” He brushed her hair away, his gaze questioning as he scanned her face. “I’m happy with you anywhere you choose to be.”
“I want to be surrounded by you.” She yearned to open herself completely to Leland. She wanted to feel his weight anchoring her while trusting his strength to keep her safe. She craved the sense of being filled to the fullest. She ripped open the envelope and rolled the condom onto his cock. Then she kissed him deeply, tempting his tongue with hers, circling her thumb on his nipple, and hooking her leg over his. As he turned onto his side to meet her halfway, she used the leverage of her leg to roll them both so she was under him, her thighs spread on either side of his hips. She checked for any signs of a panic attack, but all she felt was aroused and aching.
He braced himself with his forearms on either side of her shoulders, once again checking on her reaction. “You tell me the second you feel uncomfortable. No matter what I’m doing.”
“I won’t need to. This feels very right.” She did her best to rock her hips but could barely move under the weight of muscle and bone that held her exactly where she should be. Without any fear.
He shifted so his cock nudged her clit, making her moan as an electric current of pleasure jolted through her. “More,” she begged. “More of you.”
He straightened his arms so he hovered above her as he eased himself slowly inside her, making her gasp at the exquisite sensation of being filled. “Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, her insides turning molten with satisfaction and yearning at the same time.
She looked up at him, savoring the tautness of his jaw, the power of his braced arms, and the silk of his hair falling around his face. It was his eyes that nearly undid her, though. They blazed with desire but held a stunning tenderness. He understood what she was asking of him, what she was giving to him.
She planted her feet on the bed and tilted her hips. “Move!”
He laughed, a growling rumble of sheer exultation, and followed her command, sliding out and thrusting back in with a driving rhythm that brought her right to the edge.
For a moment every cell in her body seemed to go still, a suspension before the coming explosion. Then the cataclysm hit her, sending her into a mind-blowing, muscle-wrenching orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
When she finally relaxed into the mattress, she opened her eyes to see Leland staring down at her. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever watched,” he said.
“You should have felt it,” she said.
“Oh, I did. That was incredible.”
But he was still fully hard inside her. The heft of him there sent tiny tremors vibrating through her. Tremors of pure pleasure.
“You didn’t come,” she said.
“Only by calling on every ounce of self-control I possess.” He lowered himself to his forearms again so their faces were only inches apart. “I wanted to make sure I could stop if you needed me to.”
His words burrowed into her chest, finding her heart and lodging there. His care for her, shown in so many ways this evening, left her breathless with longing for something she feared was out of her reach. She forced a breath into her lungs, but that only intensified her awareness as she caught the scent of clean, aroused man that was so distinctively his.
“Am I crushing you?” He started to straighten his arms.
Unable to push sound past the emotion clogging her throat, she shook her head and tugged him back down, loving the feel of his chest against her breasts. She coughed to clear her throat. “It’s your turn.”
“I’m in no hurry.” He kissed her shoulder. “I’d be happy to stay like this until my arm muscles give out.”
“All that swimming pays off.” She skimmed her palm over the bulge of muscle in his shoulder and squeezed her internal muscles around his cock.
His eyelids slammed shut and he groaned, his hips rocking slightly. She squeezed again.
“Holy hell! I could come just from you doing that,” he rasped. But he started to move, his strokes slow and sensual.
He was being gentle, considerate, still worrying about her demons. But that wasn’t what she wanted from him now. She tightened her inner muscles one more time.
The sound that came from his throat was ragged and primitive. He picked up his rhythm, his thrusts powerful and deep. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingernails into the flexing muscles of his butt, feeling her own arousal coiling tight again.
“Oh my God, Dawn!” he panted, driving into her again and again. And then he plunged in and stopped, head thrown back, arms ramrod straight, hips wedged hard between her thighs. “Yes!” he shouted as she felt him pump inside her. “Yes! Darlin’! Yes!”
The slam of his climax set her off. Her voice joined his as she pulsed around the hard length of him, her insides molten with release.
After the last shudder shimmered through her, he let himself down and rolled them so that she came out on top, sprawling over him as his softening cock slipped out of her. She whimpered as the satisfying sense of fullness disappeared.
