Page 47 of When You Blush
“Better?” He holds his arms out, and heat spreads over my cheeks as I take in those fuckingincredibleabs, his chest, his arms. The way his dark eyes glint with lust and mischief as he grins at me.
Because yeah, this is so much better.
Nodding, I reach for his cock and glide my hand over the smooth, warm length, all the way to the root as I step into him. With a growl, Blake lifts me, kisses me like his life depends on it, and deposits me right in the middle of his king-sized bed, hovering over me. He kisses me, long and deep, and I can taste myself there on his lips. His hands move down my torso, down my hip and thigh, and then back up again until he’s cupping my sex once more.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “I love how wet you get for me.”
“Blake.”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I need you inside me ten minutes ago.”
That cocky mouth tips up into the kind of grin that will knock the breath out of your lungs.
“Why are you so hot?” I ask, not at all embarrassed that the words came out of my mouth because the man should have statues made of his likeness. “Likehow? It’s unfair. It’s probably illegal. You could go tojail, Blake.”
He snorts and kisses up my jaw as he settles his hips between mine, pushing my legs up and out to the side so we can see every single thing happening down there.
“You’re the sexy one,” he says as he lines the crown of his cock up with my opening, dragging it up and down through my wet slit, making me squirm with every pass over my already pulsing bundle of nerves. “I can’t resist you. I can’t stay away from you, Harper. Please don’t ask me to stay away from you anymore.”
He pushes inside me, and we both moan.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”
I gasp as he pushes in farther and grab his arms, needing to feel him. “I think—whoa—you’re just big.”
“Both can be true.” He leans down to nibble the side of my mouth so sweetly, it almost brings tears to my eyes, and I amnotgoing to cry while fucking this god of a man. “Breathe for me, sugar.”
I do, pulling in a deep breath, and when I let it out, he pushes in farther until he’s fully seated and stays there. He’s balanced on his elbows, his hands in my hair, andhe’s staring down at me with those hot, dark eyes that seem to see right through me.
I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do when I’m with this man. As open. I’d tell him anything he wants to know. But the vulnerability doesn’t make me want to run away. I don’t want to close him out. Because I see it reflected back to me, and it’s maybe the most precious gift anyone has ever given me.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers. He pulls his hips back, sliding out just to the tip, and then he pushes back in.
The first time we did this, I wanted ithard.I don’t know why, but I needed it to hurt.
But this time? I don’t need the pain that comes with the pleasure he gives me.
His lips move down to my neck, and he sets a steady, leisurely pace as if we have all the time in the world to soak each other in. Lifting my hips, I clench around him, and Blake growls into my skin.
“God, keep that up, and I won’t last.”
I grin up at him. “I can’t help it.Ah, God.You hit every damn button.”
My toes curl as pure sensation rolls through me. My hips come off the bed, and I push on his shoulder. He reads me so well and immediately flips our position until I’m on top. I plant my hands on his chest and ride him.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.” His eyes sweep over my torso and up to my eyes again. His hands grip my hips so hard, I’m bound to have fingerprint bruises tomorrow, and I can’t freaking wait. I want to see his marks on me.
Suddenly, Blake slides his hands under my thighs and moves me up to his mouth as if I weigh nothing at all, and he’s eating me once more.
“Fucking hell!” I cry out, gripping the headboard. He doesn’t let me rise off him. He’s holding me down on his face, and he’s licking me and devouring me. Just when I swear the world is going to explode, he moves us again. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Never.” He slaps my ass and kisses me hard before taking me by the back of the neck and putting me on all fours. His control at this moment is intoxicating. I don’t have to think, and I don’t have to be in charge.
Blake is in control, and I freaking love it.
His hand slides up into my hair, and he’s suddenly pounding into me from behind. With an almost punishing pace, his hips slap against my ass. “Six fucking months, you denied us both this. God-fucking-damn, it’s so good. It’s never been better than this, sugar. You’re so.” He slams into me. “Fucking.” He pulls my hair back until I’m up on my knees, and his lips are pressed to my ear. “Everything. Fucking everything, Harper. Now, I want you to be my good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to make a mess of me like you did at my table.”
