Page 6 of Completing Her

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s okay. That’s what you should do. It just feels so fucking good when you squeeze me. I’m trying to hold back. Not make things worse.”

“Do you want to come out?”

“No, hell no,” he growled. “I just want you to feel as good. Shit, to feel good, period. I want to make it right for you.” His eyes softened. The brown melting into warm chocolate pools. “It’s your first time…”

“I don’t think the first time is supposed to feel good. I thought it might, with you. Because I was so turned on. But, maybe it’s not supposed to feel good. Maybe this is as good as it gets.”

“Hell no. Fuck that.” The brown hardened into blades of ice. Good thing she didn’t add that’s how every romance book described it. The guy dipped in, felt the barrier, told her to brace and eased his way in. The virgin bled a little, and it didn’t feel good, but they kept at it until the magic happened. Maybe there was no magic. Damn books. “Hey, where’d you go?”

“Nowhere, just thinking.”

“Just thinking…” He rolled his eyes heavenward. “I got my dick buried in you as deep as it can get and you’re laying here. ‘Just thinking’…” He shook his head. “Lady, this is the wildest ride I’ve ever been on.” He shook his head again. “But hold on. The ride is not over.”

“It’s not?”

“No, it’s fucking not. But we might have to take this in stages.” He sipped from her lips. Hummingbird kisses fluttered against her lips before entering and drawing her out like nectar. She sighed, her fists flowered open, and settled on his back. “Step one.” Rage murmured against her mouth. Hmm, she could do stage one all night. Especially when his arms folded her in his embrace. She winced. Well, as long as he didn’t move.

He moved. “Shit,” he uttered when she winced again. “But stage two is just a gentle rocking. Like you’re putting a baby to sleep.” He reached between them and rubbed his hand over her mound. “The rhythm is a slight back and forth. I’m not going anywhere. Just focus on my fingers. You feel that rhythm? You like it?” She sighed. Finding his rhythm like a dancer joining a waltz at a ball. Back and forth.

Her hips tipped up of her own accord. Following the rhythm of his fingers like a cobra following a snake charmer. Yeah, that was it. He was charming her snake. She wanted to giggle, but she couldn’t as pleasure radiated out from the pulse of his fingers like waves of magic. A sorcerer. He shifted back further. And deepened his next plunge. And there she was. The hussy who’d escaped her box. Lifting her ass off the bed to meet his thrust. She took a little hissing breath in, and the snake charmer stopped his rhythm.

“You okay?” She nodded. “Still with me?” She nodded again. He talked too much. She’d tell him that when she could speak again. “Ready for step three?”

She nodded. She didn’t know what step three was, but he seemed to know what he was doing because her whole body felt loose and thirsty. Oh, now she got it.Duh. Is that why they called it thirsty? Her hussy side raised her hips again. Told her to turn her fucking brain off, shut the fuck up andfeel. His hands moved around her butt. Squeezing her ass into his palms and pulling back to slam into her again. A little harder. A little rougher. Yay. Stage three. He slammed in again, giving his cock a little swirl when he entered. Tickling something inside and flipping a switch. Lighting up every nerve ending she had. “More.”

“What’s that?” She opened her eyes.

Yep, he heard her. His cocky grin said it all. He wanted to hear from her about his magnificence. Fuck it, he earned it. “More. More and more.” She changed in rhythm to his canter. His trot picked up to a gallop.

“Yes, ma’am.” He responded with a smile in his voice. “Just hold on.”

Her legs wrapped around his ass again. Her heels kicked his butt, urging more and faster. And keep doing that twisty thing. She wanted to shout directions like she’d been doing this all her life. She hadn’t been doing it long, but dammit, he’d already shown her what she wanted. Needed. She reached up to pull his face down for another kiss. Her groin lifting and bumping against his. They fell out of rhythm and back into it. Losing themselves in their individual pleasure and then finding themselves in each other again. It wasn’t pretty, but she’d have paid a mint to see it.

Especially when he hit his stride. She felt it. The minute he let go. The second he stopped babying her. Forgot about her inexperience and just went for it. Rutting against her like he wanted to break his dick off inside of her and leave it. Slamming into her over and over. His wild, furious strokes slammed her head into the headboard. But she didn’t fucking care. She was just as mad and crazy with desire as he was. Her hussy demanded that he get her off. Dammit, first time she had a dick stuck in her and she wanted to come until she couldn’t come anymore. So she squeezed her thighs around him. Her ankles digging into his ass to encourage his gallop. He was grunting like mad, sweating up a storm, and slamming into her body like a boxer hitting a punching bag. Damn, it wasn’t enough.

“Harder.” She grunted, matching the barbarism in his tone with her own. “More.”

“Shit, baby.”

He slammed into her again. Plugging her pussy with his stiff rod and pumping out short, stabbing thrusts over and over. Pushing her up a mountain with his dick. Slamming her up to the peak and then plunging her down. Falling with her, collapsing, when they tried to grip their sanity as they dropped into madness. Straining for breath. Now damn, that is how it should be the first fucking time.

Chapter 6

Whip cream topped the mug she set before him. More cream than coffee. He raised a brow. “Well, now that I know you don’t like it. I can’t keep filling you up with straight black coffee, can I?”

He pushed his seat back away from her table and pulled her onto his lap. “Does that mean I don’t have to fake it when I come intoCoff-Tea Cupsanymore?”

“You never needed to fake it.”

Rage grunted. Dipping his finger into the cream. Wiping the warm fluffy milk onto her lips. Then licking it off in long, slow sips. Delicious. She was delicious. The cream melted in his mouth. Filling him with her taste. He’d never need the sweet drink again. Not when he savored her in his arms. Rage rested his forehead on hers. “You taste so good. I’ll never get enough.”

She sighed and pulled back. Her eyes met his. “You don’t have to say that.”

“You can’t think, after all this time… After everything, we did last night. You don’t think I love the way you taste?” He shook his head, his shoulders rising and falling. “That’s fucked up, baby. But if I have to prove it to you again. I will.” He snaked her leg around his waist. Turning her so she straddled his hips. Her thighs riding him like the seat of a motorcycle. The curve of her ass fit into the cup of his palms as he pulled her closer. Her warmth seeped into his groin. Slipping beneath his denim and setting him on fire. The flames of their thirst hadn’t been quenched. Not in one night. Could they even be quenched?

Rage scooped up more of the cream. Feeding it off his fingers into her mouth. Groaning when she sucked his fingers. Her lips wrapping around the base of his fingers and sliding down to the tip. Damn. He groaned and pulled the fingers out of her mouth. Putting them to work. Opening her shirt, desperate for the feel of her skin. Desperate for her. He pushed her down on the table and stood up to follow her descent. Stripping her shirt off and dropping it on the floor. His tongue laved her breast. Biting her responsive nipples. Urging them erect. She moaned when he opened the zipper of her jeans. Tugging them down in his haste.

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