Page 192 of Skate the Line

“Hold onto me,” I say, moving my hand between her legs. Her fingers fall to my shoulders, and the bite of her nails against my skin is the biggest turn-on. Her head slowly falls backward when I start to play with her.

“Beautiful,” I mutter.

Her hips start to rock forward, and the way her pussy grips my fingers is a fucking drug.

“Are you always this responsive to being touched?” I’m mesmerized.

Her answer is more of a moan. “No.”

Mine.

Apparently, my dick has a brain of his own, because the only thing I can think of is how I’m never letting another man touch her like this.

I’ve known men to be possessive, and I’ve never really understood it.

Until now.

“I need you,” I admit, not giving a fuck that it makes me sound desperate.

I am desperate.

Maybe it’s just left over from the thought of losing her earlier, or maybe it’s something else.

She peers up at me through her wet lashes. “Then have me.”

I am unhinged.

Willing myself to take it easy, I drag my hand out from in between her legs and grab her thighs. I haul her up gently, and she clasps her fingers around my neck. I press her against the tiled wall. I’m at her entrance, and it’s her that wastes no time. She pushes herself onto me, and I lose my breath.

“Fuck, Sunny. You’re killing me.”

A moan leaves her mouth, and I catch it. I groan when my tongue slips inside. Even my kiss is possessive, like my body istrying to tell her that she’s mine. Her back arches, and it makes me take her deeper.

Fuck, she feels like heaven.

Suddenly, she starts moving against me with speed, and I’m forced to pull back. “Slow down,” I warn. “I’ll take care of you, but we have to go slow. You’re sore from the wreck.”

She pouts, but it disappears when I slowly enter her again.

We move in sync. Slow and steady. With each thrust, a soft moan floats from her, and it twists me up inside.

I bring my eyes to her face and notice that the moon has crept its way through the bathroom window. I can see her perfectly now. She’s staring at our joined bodies, and I selfishly want her to see what she does to me.

Holding her with one arm, I lift my hand and tip her chin up so she catches my eye.

“Eyes on me, Sunshine.”

Our gazes crash, and I feel her everywhere. She’s digging her sweet self into my bones, and I know another woman will never match her.

This doesn’t happen more than once in a lifetime. I’m not dense to think this is just a simple fuck between two people needing a release.

It’s more.

“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing into her deeper.

Her mouth opens with pleasure, and it’s me who closes her off. I can’t watch her like this because I’m afraid I’ll fucking fall in love with her.

I groan, pulling out of her and pressing in deep.

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