Page 47 of Rocked: The Price of Dreams

He grabbed hold of his cock and edged toward my opening. As he nudged and wriggled into position, I closed my eyes. With a gentle drive, he entered me. Just an inch.

Shivers ran up my spine. My heart thundered against my ribs. Okay. That was okay.

He pulled back a touch, then drove in a bit farther. Holding my breath, I winced. Yep...I’m okay.

“Gemma?” Propped on his elbows, he kissed my lips. His hot breath brushed across my face. Tease. “This okay?”

His voice strained as if it took every ounce of his strength to stay in control. I liked that.

“I’m good.” I ran my hands over his arms, squeezing his tight biceps. So sexy.

He did it again, pulling out, then thrusting in a fraction deeper.

Okay. Ow! That fucking hurts. Squeezing my eyes shut, I dug my nails into his back.

“You wanna stop?”

“Nope.”

He rocked his hips gently. Slowly. Sensually. Each drive burned my insides, but it was exactly what my body craved. I took a deep breath and wriggled my toes to relax.

“Oh fuck.” His voice turned raspy and hoarse. “You feel so incredible.”

As he drove into me, he kissed me and swirled his hands over every inch of my fiery flesh—over my arms, down my sides, along my thighs. But the knot of want coiling inside me needed to be fed.

I whispered against his lips, “Okay...that’s good.” Real good. It stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. Pulsing my hips, I meet his thrusts and moved in time with his deep drives. In fact, I wanted more. I’d adjusted to his size; now I wanted to be fucked. “Maybe a bit faster.”

“Mmm,” he groaned. His breath hissed as he quickened his pace. Digging deeper. Harder. Faster.

I circled my fingers around his shoulders and kissed beneath his ear. My eyes fluttered shut. Him, inside me, filling me, heated my core. I hurt, but it felt so fucking good. I rubbed against him, trying to find the friction I needed, but then his panting quickened.

He thrust into me harder and faster. His muscles tensed as his voice took on a possessed tone. “OhGod-ohGod-ohGod-ohhhhh-God.”

His body jerked above me. He shuddered and shook. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. “Oh. Fuck. Yeah.” Then he winced. “Shit. I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold on.”

What the...? Was that it?

No. I wanted more. My body was wound tighter than a corkscrew. My clit throbbed and ached for more action. I wriggled my hips against him to find my release. He was about to move when I caught his hips. “Don’t move. I wanna come.”

As I pinned his hips against mine, I rubbed and pulsed my pussy against his body. There. Oh yeah. There. My heart pounded. My thighs and insides coiled tighter and tighter.

Ewan jerked. “Shit. I’m still orgasming.”

“I’m gonna...wait...” With his cock buried inside me, I thrusted and rocked against him. With a hot rush, my release came. Jolts of electricity shot through me, quivering every nerve ending. Shivers raced up my spine and tingled the top of my scalp. Panting to catch my breath, I collapsed laughing against the pillow. “Oh fuck. That’s freaking insane.”

His eyes glinted and smoldered as he wriggled his hips against my pelvis. Every time he moved, I shuddered and convulsed. He planted soft kisses against my face, then my lips. “You like that?”

“Oh yeah.” My chest heaved. My heart thundered against my ribs.

He withdrew and collapsed beside me, drawing the sheet over our naked bodies. Panting, he stared at the ceiling. A gorgeous smile lit his face. “So that’s sex, huh?”

“Yeah.” I rested my head against his shoulder. “For our first time, that was fucking incredible.” No horror stories for me.

“Yeah. It was, wasn’t it?” He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

I curled toward him. But between my legs hurt like a bitch. “Have you got some tissues or a cloth? I’d like to clean up.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yeah, I do.” He lurched off the bed. “I gotta get rid of this condom, too. Hold on. Let me grab something from the bathroom.”

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