Page 51 of A Not So Merry Rescue
I situate myself above her body, resting on my forearms, caging her in. Another time I’ll change up our perspective. Right now, the ability to memorize how she looks when she comes takes precedence. As long as I can get my dick inside her, the position is a formality.
“Enough of a reprieve for you?” My eyes leave her gaze, trailing down, scrutinizing her luscious breasts and admiring thesneak peek of definition on her abdomen, evidence of her working out.
Back on her face, her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip. “I’m amending my earlier statement. Take me, Beckett. Use me for your pleasure.” I’m momentarily stunned by her words, which she quickly follows up with, “I meant, give us both pleasure. You and me. A pair of matching orgasms. Two?—”
My mouth descends hers, swallowing whatever else she was going to ramble. There’s time for rambling later. We’ve got more pressing matters.
In a dance I’m familiarizing with Willa, our mouths perform. Her head lifts off the bed to meet mine, and her arms circle my neck, tugging me closer.
“Need you,” she murmurs against my mouth. The words are whispered, I barely make them out. But once they’ve penetrated and processed, I don’t waste a single second giving her what she wants.
There will be time to sort out my reasoning later.
Pulling my mouth away, her breath whooshes out, like she’d been devoid of oxygen for days instead of minutes. When the kiss is that passionate, it’s a good thing our bodies keep breathing on their own.
Widening her thighs, I settle between the crux of her legs, nudging her opening with the crown of my dick. Wetness seeps out, and it’s all I can do not to thrust inside. To claim her body as mine.
“More, Beckett. Give me more than just the tip.”
I stare down at her, a smirk alighting on my lips. “Impatient, much?”
“Yep.” She pops the p, no trace of shame. The tips of her fingers knead my back. “Do I need to make it more clear?”
“Noted. On it. More than just the tip.” I push in one inch more, drawing out a tiny moan. “Better hold on. I’ll make it up to you later if I don’t last.”
It’s the only warning I give her before I shove inside, moving her body with the action.
“Yassss,” she draws out, tipping her head back, exposing her neck. Like she’s serving it at a buffet, I run my tongue up and down, tasting the salt of her sweat. “More. Don’t stop.”
I literally haven’t stopped moving, but Willa has other notions.
My tongue pauses long enough for me to mumble, “Highly unlikely,” before it’s back on her neck. Below, I drive inside her, pulling out, pushing back in, loving the way her pussy clamps on. Not willing to stop even when I come.
Which doesn’t take long to get there, the need for release imminent.
Her pussy grips tighter, specifying she’s close. I lift my head to feast on the beauty that’s Willa. The rosy cheeks. The head writhing against the bed. The incoherent noises tumbling from her lips.
I can’t say for certain she falls first. Because I’m so there. Right at the precipice. My balls draw up. And I don’t hold back, knowing we’re climaxing together.
Through grunts and growls, I ride out my release, using her body for my pleasure. Huh. Guess she knew what she was talking about.
But she’s there, too. Using me for her pleasure.
The two of us, using each other. Coming together, each finding a beautiful release.
No matter how much baggage there’ll be to unpack later, it will all be worth it for this piece of her.
A piece I didn’t know was missing.
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This man is insatiable.
After the third orgasm, I lost track of how many he coerced.
Yes, coerced.
