Page 96 of Last Light

“Tell me.”

“I need the bouncing,” I admit in a rush, wondering why I’m not more embarrassed at the confession. “I need you to shake me. Hard. I need it to come.”

He makes a huff of sound, and I don’t know if it’s arousal or amusement. But he picks up his speed immediately, pumping into me hard and fast.

I cry out in relief as his motion shakes my whole body. “Yeah! More. Please more.”

He braces himself with one arm and fucks me hard from behind until he’s slamming into me with a slapping sound on each thrust. I’m so loud I turn my head so I can scream into the quilt as climax finally wracks my body.

He’s been grunting like an animal, and he makes a strangled sound as my inner muscles squeeze tightly around him. He pushes against my contractions as I ride out my orgasm, and then he pulls out.

I’m thinking he’s going to come, but he doesn’t. He turns me over without warning, pries my thighs apart, and pulls me by the hips so I’m closer to where he’s kneeling. Then he lifts my bottom and fits himself into me again.

I groan and arch my back, reaching out for something to hold on to and finding nothing but the quilt. I fist my hands in the fabric as he moves inside me again.

Travis’s hot eyes look gray in the artificial lighting, and they’re moving all over my body. My damp face. My bare breasts jiggling from his motion. My belly. My parted thighs. The place where our bodies are joined, where he’s moving in and out of me.

He obviously likes everything he sees. His expression is possessive. Almost primal.

“You want it hard again?” he rasps.

“Yes!” I’m tossing my head helplessly as another orgasm begins to build. “Oh yes. Please. I need it so hard.”

He picks up his speed and his force until he’s pushing my body backward with each thrust. His grip on my hips is unrelenting, and my breasts and my legs and my braids are all bouncing from the momentum.

I’m coming before I know to expect it, and there’s no way to smother the loudness of it this time. I sob and I sob, and I beg him not to stop.

He keeps fucking me until the pleasure is so intense that it frightens me.

“That’s all,” I finally gasp. “Travis. That’s all I can...”

He slows down immediately until he’s no longer thrusting. He rolls his hips slightly. “Y’okay?”

Tears are streaming down my face. “Yeah. Yeah. Just too good for me to handle.” I smile so he knows I’m really all right.

He smiles back, sweat dripping down his face. “I need a minute to come. You want me to pull out right now?”

I shake my head. “Not until you’re ready.”

He starts pumping again, but not as vigorously as before. His eyes never leave me as he works up to a climax, and at the end his gaze is holding mine.

His grunts turn into choked sounds, and then he pulls out of me with a twisting of his features. He’s still meeting my eyes as he squeezes himself through his own climax, coming on my stomach.

For some reason our held gaze is just as intense as my orgasms were.

More intense.

My throat has closed up, and my eyes are burning when he gives a long, low groan and collapses on top of me.

He doesn’t normally do that. He usually lies beside me. But he falls down over me this time, and I wrap my arms around him. His come is smeared between our bellies now, but neither of us seem to care.

He pants against the crook of my neck. His body is hot and heavy.

It’s a couple of minutes before he lifts his head to look down at my face. “Y’okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Really good.”

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

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