Page 22 of Accidentally Fudging the Beast
"Damn, baby," I breathe, crawling up over her. I hover with my hands fisted on either side of her head, watching her face.
Christ, she's beautiful, all wrung out and dazed.
"Holy shit," she whispers. "That was…"
"The best?" I finish for her, grinning.
She nods, blushing. I dip my head to kiss her, soft and slow.
I expect her to need a breather, maybe even to pass out for a minute. Instead, she grabs my face and pulls me in for another kiss, this one wild and needy. She's still trembling, but her hands are all over me—chest, shoulders, biceps, the back of my neck. Every touchis electric.
Her wild eyes meet mine. "Is it weird if I want to do that again immediately?"
I laugh, the sound vibrating against her lips. "Not even a little. But you should probably hydrate first." I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand, but she shoves my hand away, pinning me with a look so fierce it could start a fire.
"I don't want water," she says. "I want you."
If I had a bucket list, this would be at the top. But I can't afford to fuck this up by being greedy.
"You should rest, Sunshine," I murmur.
"Please, Trent?" She hits me with those wide, pleading eyes. "I want to feel you. Even if it's just the tip."
I chuckle through a groan. "There is no such thing asjust the tip, Dani. If you give me an inch, I'll take all nine. I'm greedy for you like that."
"Do it, then," she whispers, those blue eyes still pleading. "I…I want you to be my first."
First, hell. I intend to be her forever.
I jerk my boxers down and kneel between her legs, letting her see the effect she has on me. I'm hard, throbbing, and desperate. She stares, biting her lip, but there's no fear. Just hunger.
I ask again anyway, just to be sure. "Are you sure, baby?"
"If you stop, I might riot, Trent."
I settle over her, bracing myself on my forearms. Her gaze is soft, but there's a challenge in it, like she's daring me to ruin her all over again.
I line up, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock. She's wet, ready, and I almost lose it right there.
Slow. She deserves slow.
I push in, just the tip, and she gasps—more surprise than pain. I pause anyway, giving her time to adjust.
She looks up at me, wide-eyed and trembling.
"Holy shit," she whispers.
I can't help but grin at her. "That's just the beginning."
She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist, drawing me in closer. I sink into her inch by inch, until I'm buried in her heat, and she's shaking, nails digging into my back. If she's in any pain, I can't tell. She's moaning and squirming beneath me like she's in heaven.
I stop, anyway, letting her adjust. "You okay?"
She nods, biting her lip. "Better than okay. You feel so good."
Christ, she's going to be the death of me. Not her fudge.Her.
I kiss her, deep and slow, and start moving—gentle, shallow thrusts at first, letting her set the pace. She moans, clutching me like she doesn't plan to ever let go.
