Page 78 of Between the Sheets

Acting on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the physical evidence of the trauma he’d been through. His hand threaded through my hair as I continued to kiss down his scar and across his abs along the waistline of his jeans. When I reached for the button of his fly, he grabbed my hand.

“Let me.”

I lowered my arms and waited, feeling like a present was being unwrapped for me. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then pushed his boxers and pants down in one swift movement and stepped out of them both. When he straightened, his large, thick erection was jutting out of dark stubble surrounding it.

My hand lifted and I wrapped my fingers around his taut flesh. When I tightened my hold his jaw tensed and he inhaled through his nose. I looked up, holding his gaze as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his mushroom tip. Our eyes stayed locked together as I parted my lips and pulled him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he gripped the back of my neck.

I expected him to guide my head, but instead he just rubbed the base of my neck with his fingertips. The sensation of his calloused touch grazing my skin travelled down to my core and exploded in tingles. I gripped him tighter as my tongue swirled around his head before I flattened it and moved my lips farther down his shaft. He was too large for me to take in all the way to the base, so I used my hand to move in tandem with my mouth.

After several pumps he tugged my hair pulling my head back and then my body, causing me to lie down as he crawled over me. It happened so fast that one second he was in my mouth and the next he was above of me.

“That felt good. Too good,” he explained as he kissed my neck and down over my breasts.

He was either so smooth or I was so distracted by how good his mouth on me felt that I almost missed him reaching into his nightstand, grabbing a condom, and slipping it on. It made me wonder how many times he’d done the same move. But that thought was fleeting and gone when I felt the pressure of his engorged head at my opening.

His forehead rested against mine. “If this hurts or is uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

I nodded, eager to feel him inside of me. My hands clung to his shoulders and as he began to drive slowly into me my nails dug into his skin. He stretched me out to the point that it stung, and I inhaled a shaky breath, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted all of him.

“Are you okay?” his deep voice vibrated through me.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He pushed a little bit farther and stilled. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

I could feel beads of sweat on his back and I loved that it was my body that was causing the physiological reaction in him.

“More.” I tilted my hips up, urging him to keep going.

His breaths were ragged as he took his time, pressing inside of me inch by inch. When he finally thrust so that he filled me completely, I felt his thighs tense against mine and I moved my hands down to his lower back, pushing him in even farther.

My legs spread as far as they could to accommodate his wide frame as he began to move his hips. As he pulled out and then pressed in again, my body began to quiver and shake as pressure swirled in my core. I’d never come from penetration. I hadn’t even thought my body was capable of doing that.

But apparently, Hank was magic because the tell-tale signs of release were building low in my belly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped as his hand ran down my side and he slid his hand beneath me. His fingers splayed out on my butt cheek and he flexed them causing my hips to tilt up. The angle allowed him to drive even deeper into me and that was all it took to take me up and over. White hot flashes of pleasure exploded through my body. Ecstasy flowed through my veins as I rode out my climax and held on to him as he pumped two more times and then grunted with his own release.

When he collapsed on top of me I exhaled, and he shifted so that he was on his back and I was on top of him.

“Sorry,” he apologized as he ran his hand down my back. “I didn’t mean to crush you.”

“You didn’t,” I managed to get out between labored pants.

I was exhausted in the best way and I totally surrendered to the relaxation of being in in his arms, draped over his body. As I laid on his chest, I could feel his heart beating beneath my cheek. I loved the feeling of it. I loved how connected I felt to him. I’d never felt closer to another person. I felt like I had access to the deepest part of him, and he had the same access to me. Which gave me the confidence to lift my head.

“Can I ask you something?”

He brushed the hair that had fallen in my face off of my forehead. “Anything.”

“Were you watching Love Island when I came in?”

His hand stopped moving on my back and his face blanked.

My eyes widened. “You were.”

Billy had told me that he watched it, but I hadn’t believed him.

He lifted his arm and slung it over his face.

“Nope.” I laughed and lifted his arm up and kissed him. “If I’m not going to be embarrassed about my stretch marks then you can’t be embarrassed about your television habits. Deal?”

He grinned. “Deal.”

And he sealed that deal with a kiss, flipping me over on my back, and reminding me exactly why I could keep my end of the bargain. The last thing I’d ever feel when I was with Hank was embarrassed, he made me feel like I was the sexiest, most sensual being on the entire planet. And with him, maybe I was.

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