Page 49 of Sanctuary

I swallow over a little laugh. “I’m ready now.”

“Seriously?” He frowns and reaches to feel between my thighs. His expression changes as he slides his finger to part my folds and then feels how wet I’ve gotten.

“Yes. I guess your adolescent fumbling really does it for me.”

His eyes blaze with something hot and pleased. He penetrates me with one finger, making me gasp in pleasure.

He shifts the position of his hand and slides two fingers inside me, curling them until they’re pushing against my g-spot. I inhale hoarsely and drop my head backward as the pleasure tightens quickly.

I’m so off-balance I have to reach behind me to grip his thighs as a climax builds fast and hard.

“Oh, fuck, love, you’re so hot, so beautiful. This one’s just for you. Come for me just like that.”

I’m so close I start getting urgent, trying to ride his fingers and claim the release before he takes it away. “Feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop, love. This is for you. Take what you need.” The words aren’t rough or demanding like the sexy talk I’ve heard before. They’re gentle. Giving. They make me feel safe at the same time they turn me on.

I fall into orgasm before I expect it, shuddering through the ripples of release and letting out a thick exhale as my body tightens and then softens.

He’s smiling when he pulls his hand out from between my legs and then pulls me back down into a kiss.

“Thank you,” I mumble against his mouth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He strokes my hair and my butt. Pulls back slightly so he can see my face. “I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did.”

That makes me laugh. I kiss him again, smiling against his mouth. The feel and scent and sound of him beneath me gets me going again. I lift myself up and straddle his hips to get into position.

His eyes are running up and down my face and body. He’s breathing in fast, thick pants. When he reaches down to hold his cock upright so it will be in an easier position for me to sheathe him, I notice that his hand is shaking slightly.

I check his face again and see deep tension there. Maybe anticipation. Maybe restraint.

Maybe nerves.

“You having second thoughts, love?” he asks, mild but with a lot of gravel in his voice.

“No. Not at all. Just making sure you’re still into this.”

He huffs with breathy amusement and then meets my eyes. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been so into anything in my entire life. Do you really not know that by now?”

I have no idea how to process that admission, but it feels like it needs an answer. So I whisper, "Same here.”

He hears me. His mouth and eyes soften. “Shall we try this then? I’m pretty far gone, but I’ll do my best not to lose it after the first ten seconds.”

His dry tone helps. Makes me snicker. I reposition, raising myself up on my thighs and then lining up over his cock. I sink down, taking him slowly into my body.

He’s a good size, but he’s also a regular man. The penetration feels full, tight, but not painful. My inner muscles yield and cling to the length and breadth of him as his cock edges in.

I suck in eager breaths as I shift over him, deeply relieved that it feels good.

Nothing but good.

“How is it, love?” He sounds more breathless than ever. He’s closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. I might have been worried had it not been obvious that he’s trying to hold onto his control.

“Good.” I rock very slightly forward and back, reaching down to rub his chest. Then slide my hands up to his face. “It’s really good.”

“Good,” he breathes. He must have a stronger grip on his control now because he’s gazing up me again. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at you, love. I could never stop looking at you and spend the rest of my life satisfied.”

The raw sincerity of his words spread over me like a warm blanket. I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but no one has ever made me feel beautiful, special, in the midst of it.

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