Page 41 of Inviting Trouble
She got huffy when he kept looking and not touching. “I know I’m too small.”
“You’re perfect,” he said, his arms wrapping around her. He kissed her for a long hot moment and then he pulled back, frustrating her to no end, before placing one large hand over her heart. Everything in her stilled.
He met her eyes, full of heat and tenderness. She swallowed hard, unused to so much emotion with sex. He spoke and the words sounded like a solemn oath. “I’ll make it good for you.”
Her heart thumped hard and for once she had no smart remark. She could do nothing but stand there and stare. He cupped her jaw, slowly leaning down to kiss her. She fell into it like a soft sigh, a dizzying tumble into deep kisses that turned her to utter mush. He went slow, savoring her, it seemed. He dropped to his knees and cupped one breast, flicking his tongue across the beaded nipple. She arched, aching for more, and he sucked deep. She moaned, desire spearing through her, making her weak with need.
“Park,” she whispered, her fingers stroking the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
He gave the other breast the same attention, and she desperately wanted more. His mouth trailed down her belly and dropped a kiss over her sex. She hissed out a breath. His hands cupped her ass as he kissed her intimately, his tongue parting her. She nearly lost it right there. It was so…hot. His dark head, his hot mouth, his hands firm on her. Within minutes she was rocking against him, pleasure flooding her, turning her into a mindless throbbing aching bundle of need. She panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, and then she cried out, tumbling over the edge, the release shaking her up. She dropped her head back, her eyes drifting closed.
He stood and lifted her by the waist. “C’mere, sweet thing.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and nipped his neck. “I’m not sweet.”
“You taste sweet. Let me get another taste to be sure.” She throbbed at the words.
He set her on the bed, pushed her legs open, and took another long taste. She writhed under him. “Fuck me,” she said on a moan.
He lapped at her again and her hips came off the mattress. “So sweet.”
“Okay, I’m sweet. Now fuck me.”
He chuckled and buried his face between her legs. She cried out, wiggled this way and that, which only brought him in closer, and then he pushed her legs over his shoulders, keeping her open to him. The pleasure was dark, intense, white-hot. The climax hit suddenly, a deep sensation radiating out from her core as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
She threw her arms to her sides in complete abandon, melting into the mattress. She knew he’d be good. He’d always been so good to her. She heard him shifting away and opened her eyes to find him standing naked next to the nightstand, pulling a condom from his wallet. It was the first time she’d seen him completely naked and he was magnificent. Like a sculpture, all hard lines and planes, defined muscles from his wide shoulders to chest and flat stomach. And, best of all, a thick cock.
“Damn, you’re hung,” she said appreciatively.
“Thanks.” He ripped the foil packet open, knocking his wallet off the nightstand in his haste.
“Guess I shoulda brought a box of condoms for the next round.”
“Just once,” he said, joining her on the bed.
She ignored the ache in her heart at her own words coming back to her. It didn’t matter. She’d sooner die than not have him.
He settled between her legs, holding himself up on his forearms and gazing down at her as he slid slowly inside, filling her. Her breath shuddered out. He kissed her and stroked her hair back from her face. “You okay?”
“I told you I won’t break.” She lifted her hips, and he groaned. “Make it good.”
He thrust again, a slow deep glide. “Haven’t I made it good for you so far?”
“It was okay,” she said, goading him on. “But I know you’re going easy on me—” she flashed a smile “—and I want you to gohard.”
His eyes glittered, meeting hers for one electrifying moment. He lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers. “You have a sassy mouth,” he said and then sank his teeth into her bottom lip.
She scratched her nails down his back and was rewarded with a hard thrust. She wrapped her legs higher around him, taking him deeper. His fingers tangled in her hair as he sucked on the side of her neck and continued a slow in and out.
“Harder, faster,” she urged.
“Slower, deeper,” he said in a strained voice, doing exactly that. He slid a hand under her ass and held her in place for his insanely slow grind of pleasure.
He gazed into her eyes, and she was caught, drowning in all she felt for him. She was open, too open, and she couldn’t survive the inevitable cold shoulder. The brusque goodbye.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against her.
And then she clung to him as his control finally snapped and he pounded into her, taking, taking, taking, his breath harsh and hot near her ear. She tried to memorize everything about this moment, the deep pressure in her core, the heat and strength of him, his scent, and then she lost it, tumbling into the deepest of pleasures, the release shuddering through her, cries of ecstasy wrenched from her throat. His own throaty moan sent him into her with one last deep thrust. Another spark of pleasure shot through her, taking her breath. And then he stilled, their bodies slick with sweat.
