Page 18 of Only for Tonight
“Very much.”
He reaches for another condom. Rolls it on. Even now, he’s controlled. But I can see the tension in his jaw. The way his hands shake slightly.
He wants this. Wants me.
“I want to try something.” His hands slide under my thighs. “If you’ll permit me.”
“Okay?”
He lifts my legs. Hooks them over his shoulders. The position opens me completely. I feel exposed in a way that makes my breath catch.
Oh god. This angle. He can see everything.
“Exquisite,” he murmurs. Eyes roaming over me. Then his voice drops. The narrator voice that’s gotten me through lonely nights with my headphones and my imagination.
“You’re absolutely exquisite like this, love. Spread open for me. So perfect I could narrate every detail. The way your chest rises and falls. How wet you are. How ready.”
That voice. Oh god, that voice is going to kill me.
My thighs clench at the sound of his voice alone.
His fingers trace through my folds. I shiver.
“Still sensitive?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He positions himself. The head of his cock pressing against me. Then that voice again—low and rough and dripping with promise. “I’m going to fuck you now, love. Deep. The way I’ve been dying to since I first heard you laugh. And you’re going to take every inch like the good girl you are.”
Oh God.
The “good girl” in that voice nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Please.”
He pushes inside. One long, slow thrust.
The angle is completely different. Deeper. More intense. I can feel every inch as he sinks into me. The stretch almost overwhelming in this position.
“Breathe,” he commands softly. “Just breathe for me, love.”
I take a breath. He bottoms out. Hips flush against mine.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect.”
He holds himself there. Giving me time. His hands grip my thighs. Holding me open. I’ve never felt so exposed. So claimed.
“How does she feel?” Leo asks. Voice rough.
“Like heaven,” James says. “Like she was made for my cock.”
“Show her,” Leo commands. “Fuck her properly. Make her scream.”
James’s control cracks. He pulls back almost completely. Drives forward again. The angle has him hitting deep—so deep. I whimper.
“There we are,” he says. Satisfaction in his voice. “That’s the spot, isn’t it, love?”
“Yes,” my voice breaks. “God, yes.”
