Page 111 of Leading Conviction
He tugged her engagement ring on her necklace, still stunned she’d kept it after all these years. She’d only had it for less than twenty-four hours around him, so he hadn’t even gotten to enjoy seeing it on her. The gold and blue complemented her warm-olive skin perfectly, just like he thought it would. When he let the ring go, the necklace fell to rest in her cleavage and he changed course to slide both palms over her full breasts, molding them in his hands.
Her pretty, brown nipples were already perked up, begging to be sucked, and his mouth watered to do just that. He swirled his tongue around one and brushed his thumb and forefinger over the other. Switching between the two, he worked them both into diamond-hard peaks, laving, sucking, and nipping at them. All the while he thrived off of every writhing moan she made underneath him.
“Lift up,” he ordered as he reluctantly left her breasts to sit back on his knees, unable to do more than short syllable words at the moment. It was taking all his willpower not to pounce on her and drill into her, but it’d been nine years, they both deserved more than a quick fuck and he couldn’t wait to make up for lost time.
She put her knees together and lifted her hips high enough for him to fit the folded pillow underneath her. Her legs began to fall open, revealing that gorgeous pink pussy, hidden beneath her dark, trimmed curls, but he caught her left knee. Her brows furrowed as he turned her leg so she was sidesaddle with her heart-shaped ass perched sideways in the air. She was at the exact right height for him, and he soaked his sheathed cock in her arousal, prepping them both.
“I want you,mi cielo.”
He leaned over her hips and brushed a wavy curl away from her face. “I want you too, dove. So bad that I know I’m gonna come as soon as I’m inside you. But I want to feel you come on my cock first.”
As he spoke, he scooped his forearm under her top leg and raised it, allowing more room for his cock at her opening. He gripped her thigh with one hand and held his cock with the other as he eased inside her. His eyes lifted to her face, monitoring her expression, even as he ached to pound into her.
“Damn, you’ve always been so tight, dove. I’ve fucking missed this. I’ve missedyou.”
“Show me how much you missed me, then,mi cielo.”
Her eyes sparkled at him as he eased inside. With her legs closed in the sideways position on top of the pillow, her channel gripped his cock like a fucking glove. Inch by inch, he fed her soaking pussy his length, stretching her with small strokes, enthralled with the way he disappeared inside her.
When he was fully seated, he was so fucking deep he had to take a few breaths to center himself before his hips began to have a mind of their own. They gently rocked forward and back, enveloping his cock in her core before sliding all the way out again.
Her eyes glittered at him and her bottom lip popped out from under her teeth as she moaned.
“More.”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
He gripped her hip with one hand and tugged her leg closer in the crook of his elbow. Her other leg hooked around his waist, pulling him closer with every thrust.
“Touch yourself, dove,” he growled.
She listened immediately, with one hand teasing her nipples and the other finding her clit between her closed legs. When her finger found that bundle of nerves, she cursed in Spanish under her breath. Her inner muscles squeezed him and he powered into her harder, his ass tensing and his spine tingling for release.
“Fuck, dove,” he moaned. “It feels so good to be inside you again.”
“Mi cielo, I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
His eyes rolled back as his impending orgasm built at the base of his shaft. He slowed his thrusts, not wanting it to end just yet, but her heel dug into his lower back and she rotated her hips on the pillow.
His eyes snapped open as a thrill of pleasure shocked through him. “I’m not going to last long like that, dove.”
She closed her eyes as he thrust deeper, giving her everything he had.
“Good,” she answered finally with a coy smile.
He pulled out and moved her left thigh to spread her legs into aVout before him. In his next move, he seated himself between the apex of her legs while she remained inclined on the pillow. Already knowing what they both needed, she curved her legs over his shoulders and clung to the quilt underneath her.
The new angle made the tip of his cock reach deeper than before. Tilting forward, he positioned himself so every thrust dragged the head over that bundle of nerves inside her. On the outside, he applied pressure and swirled his thumb around her clit.
Her fingers dug into the bedding, and he moaned as she tightened around him. Both their breaths came in heavy pants as they raced each other up that mountain of pleasure. The higher they rose, the harder his muscles flexed and the more her entire body tensed before his eyes. She pulled him closer with her legs and used the quilt for leverage, meeting him thrust for thrust. When her inner muscles squeezed the hell out of his cock, she pushed him over the edge.
He cursed above her just as she keened. Her eyes closed as she got lost in her ecstasy, but he made sure to keep his open so he could see the rush of pleasure jolt through her body in waves. She trembled underneath him, her forehead misted with exertion. Her mouth fell open on a throaty cry of agonizing rapture.
“Fuck, Hannah. You’re a damn vision.”
As she tumbled down, squeezing rhythmically against his cock, he removed his thumb from her clit to grip her hips, pulling her closer with every plunge. His pace grew wild and frantic until he finally crested.
