Page 62 of Try Me

She pushed him onto his back. The bed was just wide enough for her to put her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him.

Declan’s hands slid to her thighs. He gripped her hips and lifted her so that she was poised over him, but he didn’t lower her. Not yet. Their eyes met and held. Pearl leaned down and braced her hands on his chest, her hair sweeping over him. A shadow crossed his handsome face.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” she said. “But if you keep talking, I might change my mind. I don’t want to talk.”

She leaned forward and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. His strong arms lowered her, guiding her onto his length. His cock was iron hard and burning with heat, and she was glad he hadn’t worn the condom. Feeling him skin-to-skin was more erotic than she’d thought possible. He lowered her with aching slowness, filling and stretching her until her body adjusted to his length. When they were completely joined, Pearl felt a flash of pleasure bordering on pain.

Her body clenched and spasmed around his cock. She felt so full of him, so deliciously stretched and so complete.

“You okay?” Declan asked. His voice was raspy, and she could feel him holding back, trying desperately not to move. His hands gripped her hips hard. His fingers dug into her skin. “You’re so small,” he said, gritting his teeth. “So tight.”

Flares of heat shot through her at the need in his voice. Her sex clenched. Declan groaned, muttering a curse.

“Jesus Christ.”

His fingers tightened on her hips, and his eyes flashed to hers. The raw desire in his eyes filled Pearl with a sense of power.

“I’m good,” she said, rocking her hips against him.

Declan pulsed inside her, his cock stiffening even more. Pearl nearly cried out from the pleasure. They were barely moving at all, and lightning bolts of pleasure surged through her.

Declan rolled his hips, and Pearl’s heart nearly burst. She needed to move, but Declan’s hands clamped on her hips, preventing her.

“Declan,” she said, nearly breathless.

He shifted his hands up to her waist and lifted her, easing her up a few inches, and then lowering her back down. A moan escaped both of them at the same time. The sound of their shared ecstasy made Pearl shiver. Declan lifted her again, this time a few inches higher. As he lowered her back down, filling her completely, Pearl rolled her hips and rocked against him.

Declan stifled a groan. Pearl grinned and leaned down over him. She rolled her hips again.

This time, he thrust up to meet her. All coherent thoughts flew from Pearl’s mind. She cried out with pleasure, no longer caring if she was in control. Declan was making her come apart, and they’d only just gotten started.

Gripping her hips, he thrust into her, slow and deep. He was so deep that Pearl felt like she would split in two. One moment it was painful, and the next it was the most exquisite pleasure.

She groaned, rolling her head back on her neck and arching her back. Declan slid his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts. Claim them. He kneaded her soft flesh and pinched her nipples, and when a gasp escaped her throat, he knifed up off the bed to use his mouth.

Capturing her nipple between his teeth, he bit down with just enough force to make her cry out. His tongue swept over her taut flesh, soothing the ache he’d caused.

She was close. So close. But she didn’t want it to end. The way he moved inside her and teased her nipple made the pleasure building inside her impossible to suppress.

As his hands and mouth stayed busy with her breast, Pearl took advantage and began to move. She got lost in the rhythm, giving herself over to instinct. Declan let her set the pace, let her lead. She rode him faster, driving them both wild as the storm raged around them.

Rain pelted the tin roof, and lightning ripped the sky, but all Pearl heard was the sound of their ragged breath. All she felt was impossibly close to dying of pleasure.

Declan’s arm clamped around her back, and in one smooth motion, he rolled Pearl over onto the bed. Pinning her to the mattress, he stroked back and forth relentlessly until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

The orgasm shattered her. Declan took her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing her cries. Locking her legs around his hips and her arms around his back, Pearl held on tightly as wave after wave of bliss rolled through her body.

Easing back, he slid nearly all the way out, then slowly stroked back inside, filling her again.

“Declan, try wait,” she said, her mind fogged with pleasure that she could only speak in Pidgin. She needed a minute to come down. To stop floating.

He ignored her warning and surged into her. Pearl clung to his shoulders. Her fingernails raked over the smooth skin of his back, feeling his muscles ripple as he thrust into her.

The way he moved his body was like a sensual dance, filling her, then withdrawing slowly and leaving her aching for more.

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