Page 21 of Undertow

I love the way she follows my lead even though some part of her knows I’m taking her somewhere she swore she wouldn’t go.

That reality seems to pierce the fog of lust, and she tries to pull back, but I have her trapped beneath my weight. Between kisses, she murmurs, “Hayden,” but I tug her head back by the hair and slant my mouth over hers more aggressively.

She resists a little, but she doesn’t fight. Her body wants the same thing I want. It’s her mind that isn’t entirely on board.

My cock hardens to steel as she moves her little dancer’s body beneath me. Her hands come up and push against my chest as mine skims her side before I grab her other tit.

Some part of me recognizes that I’m not giving her a chance to object. I know she’s slow to ask, that in all likelihood she’ll let me go further than she’s comfortable going before she finally tells me she wants me to stop, but fuck, I don’t want her to do that.

I push her thighs farther apart and butt my cock against her pussy, wishing I had stripped off her panties before I got on top of her. I wasn’t prepared for how quickly lust would drag me under. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a woman with this intensity—to be willing to bend her will and shake the world beneath her feet if it means what I want will fall into my hands as a result.

Actually, I can, and the last time I wanted something that much, I couldn’t have it.

I would have traded away all the rest of my days for one more night with Sally, but once she was gone, no amount of bargaining with the gods could get me what I wanted. Not ever again.

The memory fuels my need to hold tight to Gemma at this moment. It’s been so long since I’ve wanted something like this, but she’s not one more night with my dead wife. Icanhave her—and I will.

I break away from Gemma’s lips to kiss her collarbone—short, greedy little kisses. I move lower and kiss her breasts, then lower still. I move down her stomach, leaving kisses along the way. Then, finally, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her black panties and pull them down.

“Wait,” she says, reaching for them to keep her safety barrier in place.

“I want to taste you,” I tell her, pushing her hand away and dragging her panties off.

I toss the panties and bend down, fighting the instinct to latch onto her pussy right away. She’s too skittish, so I have to ease her in.

I kiss her inner thigh like I did when she was standing, but this time, I bite them, too. She gasps and shudders as I’m gentle, then rough, and when I can’t take it anymore, I push my tongue into her, groaning at the taste of her arousal on my tongue.

She cries out as my tongue brushes her sensitive clit. I could take my time tasting her, but my aching cock wants to get inside her. I don’t waste time exploring. I zero right in on her clit and fuck that sensitive little nub with my tongue until her thighs are trembling and broken cries emanate from her lovely throat.

Her nails dig into the bedding. She pants and bucks and begs. “Hayden.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I eat her with abandon, her desperate cries sinking hooks into me and making me crave her even more.

When she comes, she cries out and tries to twist away from me, but I don’t fucking think so. I let go of her long enough for her to roll over on her tummy, but only so I can shuck the last of my clothing and roll a condom on my dick.

I come up behind her, forcing her thighs apart and making room for myself between them. She’s still tummy down on the bed, but I don’t ask her to get up on her knees because there’s a chance she’ll say no.

I don’t typically fuck in this position. It feels predatory, like something I’m doingtoher before she can stop me instead of something I’m doingwithher. Without warning, I push my cock into her sensitive pussy and drive deep.

She cries out as I fill her, bracing her hands against the mattress. She’s fucking tight even though she just came, and it takes some effort to bury myself all the way to the hilt.

“Hayden.”

Fuck, she feels so good.

I’m terrified she’s going to stop me. So terrified I cover her mouth as I push into her again. I can’t even think straight, she feels so fucking good. I hear little muffled cries against my palm as I fuck her, but I’m too consumed with the heaven of her body to pay them much heed.

I can’t kiss her the way I want to since she’s facedown on the bed, but with my hand over her mouth, it’s easy to pull her back like a bow and kiss the side of her face before lowering her and driving into her again.

I’m so lost to the pleasure of possessing her that I can’t be entirely sure she’s enjoying herself as much as I am until her cries against my palm grow more desperate and broken, and I feel her pussy choking the life out of my cock.

Fuck.

She’s coming, and it throws me over the edge. I shove deep and join her, cursing and groaning as I thrust through the intensity of my own orgasm.

The high lasts longer than it usually does, but when it finally stops, I let go of her mouth and collapse against her on the bed. I press my lips to her bare shoulder blade. I want to kiss her everywhere, but I’m too fucking spent to move.

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