Page 56 of Color of Love

“Fuck,” he swore again. When she came back to herself, she realized she was still stroking him and looked down. His cock looked even bigger than it had before, moisture gathered at the tip, and she wanted to know what he tasted like. She sat up and shimmied down, ready to taste him but he gripped her arms.

“No!” he shouted, and she jolted, surprised.

“Sorry, I would love nothing more than for you to do that, you really have no idea. But this will end far quicker than I want it to if you do,” he said, laying her down and softly brushing her lips with his. He pulled back and opened the drawer of his nightstand, grabbing a condom. She watched, fascinated, as he rolled it on then settled himself in between her legs. She spread them wide to accommodate his bulk. She felt him against her core and arched up to meet him, already eager for more.

“Ready?” he asked. She nodded eagerly, and his mouth kicked up in amusement. How could she have ever thought that mouth cold and hard? It was hot, sensual. He held her hands and moved them above her head, dropping his head to lick her nipple and she felt him at her entrance. He gently thrust his hips, leaving her breast, and finding her mouth, rolling his tongue into her as he pressed himself inside.

She felt the burn as her body made way for his, wincing and when he was finally seated inside her, he paused, letting her body get used to him. He continued to kiss her, in that wonderful way that made her feel like the only woman in the world, and then he began to thrust, slowly. The first few thrusts hurt but soon pleasure chased the sting away. He hit her deep and she clenched around him, moaning. He broke their kiss, hissing sharply.

“What, what happened?” she panicked. He thrust again, never slowing and her eyes nearly rolled in her head.

“Tight,” he gritted out.

“Oh God, sorry!”

“No honey, it’s a good thing.” He withdrew, and then slammed into her again. “Oh, fuck, it’s a really good thing,” he choked out. He thrust into her again and another gasp slipped from her. The sound triggered something in him, and he pounded harder, she lifted her hips to meet him each time and gripped his thick biceps, hanging on.

Then he slowed the pace, rolling his hips into her like a wave and she began moaning as pleasure consumed her. He increased the tempo again and she clawed at his back. He fed her a hard kiss, teeth banging, tongues thrusting, and he moved a hand between them, sliding his finger over her bundle of nerves again and again until she couldn’t hang on any longer.

With a cry, she flew over the edge, holding onto him tight and with a groan, he followed her. He rested his forehead against her breast, collapsing his weight onto her as they both tried to control their pounding hearts and gasping breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asked once his breathing had returned to normal. A slow smile spread across her face.

“Mejor que bien,” she replied, and he laughed and shifted his weight, moving off her.

“Be right back.” He kissed her temple and got up, heading into the adjoining bathroom. He came back a few moments later and climbed onto the bed. He laid down and rolled to his side, pulling her against him, her hot cheek resting against his damp chest. He stroked her hair, twining the strands around his fingers and she listened to the beating of his heart as it lulled her to sleep.

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