Page 79 of Every Bit As Perfect
“Daire,” I breathed, still flying.“Thank you.”
My body was not my own and yet it belonged to me at that moment more than it ever had.
I was beautiful.
What he did to me was beautiful.
He chuckled gruffly and kissed me again, deeply, sweetly, as he drew my thigh around his hip.With one long, slow, push, he entered me and stilled.
His thumbs caressed my temples as he stared down into my face.“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.“The way you look,” he pressed deeper inside me, “the way you taste,” his hips jerked, “the way you respond under my hands,” he closed his eyes and began to move inside me.“I’m addicted to you.”
He dropped his forehead to mine.His hair fell around us like a curtain.
I wrapped my arms around his back, palming the lean muscles flexing along his spine as he slowly and steadily drove into me.
His hands tangled in my curls.
My pussy fluttered around him.
“Yes,” he hissed.“Yes, little spitfire.Give me one more.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I rasped.
My eyes closed.My hips canted upward, and I gasped at the electric points of pleasure unlocked along my channel with every caress of his body deep inside me.
“Your body tells me otherwise,” he murmured against my throat.
I dug one heel into the bed, the other into the back of his thigh.If he wanted me to come again, I’d do my best.
He stopped moving, lifted his head to look at me while his hand came down on my knee.“Relax, let me see to you.Let it happen.Surrender to me.Give it to me.”
I nodded.
Closed my eyes.
Made no demands of myself other than giving myself over to him.
“Fuck, yes, Harley,” he groaned, rubbing his nose along mine.“That’s what I want from you.You’re so fucking tight around me.”
I could almost feel the blood flow engorging my sex.My eyes sprang open at the sudden flash of tingling heat.“I think I’m going to…”
“I feel it,” he gritted out, his pace steady and purposeful.
I lifted my head from the pillow and sought his mouth.
He kissed me with a ferocity that took captive every passing thought.Dirty, messy, unhinged kissing, his tongue filling my mouth.The kind of kiss that doesn’t let up or let go but pushes you onward and upward.
My body exploded and I ripped my mouth away from his with a harsh cry.
His hand clamped down hard on my hip, pinning me to the bed as he hammered into me, sweat rolling off his back, taking his pleasure.
Everybody boneless.
A good goal.
Joy bubbled over inside me like champagne.I laughed out loud.
“Somebody’s feeling good,” he teased.
