Page 11 of Let Me Love You
“Stop. Stacey,” he murmured between breaths. “God!”
“What’s wrong?” She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling closer to him, seemingly unable to get close enough.
She rotated her hips again, and he grunted. With every gyration, his eyes glazed over and carnal sounds escaped him. Pride and satisfaction surged through her that she’d brought him to this point. Gave him pleasure.This man could have any woman he wanted—any woman—yet, he wanted her. It would be memorable for them both.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” He finally focused on her, his eyes wild. “I’m so worked up.” She jerked her pelvis forward, teasing him. “Ahhhh! You’re so fucking tight. So wet. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life. This feels so goddamn incredible.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her torso against him, stilling her. She fought his hold, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest, his skin smooth against hers.
She heaved forward with a grasp on his neck and swiped her tongue over his bottom lip, biting and tugging, then sucking. He groaned, narrowing his eyes, warning her if she didn’t slow down he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.
“I need you to move.” She bit his lip again. He squeezed her hard, holding her motionless against him.
“Stacey.” A sharp caution.
But she wanted more, needed more. She needed him to fuck her like a fire needed oxygen. She wanted him to come undone, lose control. Sealing her mouth over his, she plunged her tongue between his lips, in and out, mimicking the motion she longed he’d do between her thighs. Inching her hands over his smooth chest and around to his back, she dug her fingernails into his muscular flesh.
“Jesus Christ!” He slammed his hips into hers hard and frantic, stripping his mouth away. His control vanished, pelvis thrusting against her as he succumbed to his primal need to fuck.Yes.She loved it.
His thick rod hammered into her, their skin slapping together flesh to flesh. He filled her completely with each thrust forward. Her world narrowed to this moment between them, to where their bodies connected. She ground her clit into his pelvis with each incoming stroke, and the first quiver of her orgasm speared her. Again. She was going to come again. Grasping the edge of the countertop with both hands, she raised her hips allowing him to thrust more fully into her.
“That’s it! Fuck me.”
His muscles contracted on his arms, abs, and chest as he pistoned his hips into her hard and fierce.
“I’m going to come all over your cock.”
“Fuck. I love it when you talk like that.” He growled and grunted, baring his teeth as he slammed into her, rocking her body hard and sliding her into the white cabinets, and over the edge of pleasure. A tingling sensation raced to each nerve ending and she burst. Crying out, her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy gripping his cock, pulling him deeper into her, milking him.
“Fuck,” he cried. “Oh fuck, I’m coming. Oh, God!” He continued to curse with each stroke, pounding into her until his cock pulsed. He shuddered, still moving, drawing out both their pleasures until he collapsed against her, breathing hard. His sweaty skin pressed against hers.
Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned back against the cabinets and held his trembling body, absorbing every ounce of this experience into her soul. She’d been numb for months, not feeling anything since discovering Randy’s affair and the finalization of the divorce. Ren brought her back to life. She’d be forever grateful.
