Page 47 of Trade of a Lifetime (Trade Wind 1)

“No! That’s why I’m here with you! So I don’t have to!”

“It will help us now if you bring yourself close. Please.”

“Iamclose,” she ground out, and though shehuffedin frustration, she did as he requested.

He groaned when she slipped her hand between her legs. Her middle finger separated from the rest and flitted into her sex, fondling her clit.

So that’s your favorite position.

“There it is. Dinna cease yer motions.”

While she stroked herself, he worked his blunt fingers into her tightness again.

Her breathing was fast and hitched, and she made eager sounds of encouragement while he worked her. When she coiled so tightly he knew she was close,he pulled out of her noisily and moved over her.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, trying to stay gentle. He broke off the kiss, panting, and placed featherlight kisses against her eyelids. He settled his heavy cock close to the ring of muscle his fingers plied earlier. Grunting, he pushed just the fat crown in.

Clara moaned, spreading and lifting her knees wider, higher, and he pushed in halfway.

Then her heels pressed into his rear at the same time as she arched up, and he slid in deep.

“God, lass, you were made for me.” She whimpered, and his brow tightened as he wondered in a whisper, “Or was I made for you?”

Watching her face for signs of discomfort, James flexed his abdominal muscles to pull himself almost out of her, his large tip dragging against her contracting muscles.

James set about fucking her slowly, holding back his orgasm. He froze when she wrapped her long, pale legs around his waist, taking him in even deeper.

A powerful tingle raced down his spine.He inhaled sharply through his teeth and pulled out of her.

She gasped at the loss, tightening her legs around him to bring him back.

“Damn it, I almost came right inside of you,” he bit out the explanation.

She moaned and kneaded his chest. He closed his eyes, gathering the strength to return to her.Shescraped her nails lightly down the backs of his arms.

Swallowing, James sat back on his haunches. With trembling hands, he opened her legs wide and high, her pussy spread again.

He spoke in a rasp between rapid breaths. “I can’t last much longer. I vow not to leave you behind, but I need your assistance, lass. Touch yourself whilst I’m inside you.”

She nodded, her face wanton as she looked down at his wet cock. He levered himself back over her and slid home again.

Clara’s hand slipped between their bodies. She cried out when her middle finger circled her slick clitoris. He moved inside her at a measured pace, his body taut with control, but when her eyelids fluttered closed and her breath broke, he pounded harder and faster.

Her head pressed back into the mattress, and James felt her spasm around his cock.She came silently at first, arching back into the mattress, then cried out as the waves washed over her.

Eventually, she lay limp, wrung out, her breath huffing.

He waited until she returned to him. After some time, she looked up at him, her face glowing.

“This is for me now,” he warned. She blinked once, then nodded.

He pushed her knees to her chest and pumped into her with abandon.

James stared into her eyes for as long as he could; he fought it, but as he neared climax, his eyes shut against his will. Her hands braced against his shoulders, and she made quiet sounds of encouragement with each thrust.

Barely remembering in time, he pulled out of her, then through her thatch of hair, climaxing in shooting pulses over her womb instead of inside it.The cords on his neck strained as if he were laboring to lift the earth.

Her arms opened, welcoming him back against her. He kissed her mouth tenderly, then regarded her solemnly.

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