I take the pillow and lay it under me, as I’m vaguely aware of Worth putting on another condom.
I let out a small, contented sigh and then my body tenses as he spreads my legs farther apart.
“Ass up,” he says.
Shit, I hope he’s careful. He might very well split me in two, although I’m so wet, I could probably take anything right now.
I moan as he circles his crown at my entrance, dipping it down my sex before sliding it back up and in. Right. Up. To. The. Hilt.
I scream, but not in pain—in pure pleasure.
“Face in the pillow.” Intensity laces his words.
He pulls out and I bury my face in the pillow and scream again. He just feels so good. He fills me up so completely, there’s no room for anything else in my body, not even air.
“You feel that?” He slams into me again. “You’re going to feel it all day tomorrow. Every time you move, you’re going to feel the scrape of my stubble between your legs, the pinch of my fingers on your nipples, and my cock driving into this pussy.
“I’m going to sit next to you tomorrow,” he hisses out between gritted teeth, “and we’re going to watch our friends get married and all you’re going to be thinking about is how long it’s going to be until I’m fucking you again.”
“Yes,” I choke out. I know it’s true. The instant I laid eyes on Worth, I felt a spark of something. The more time I spent with him, the more time I wanted to spend with him. He’s sexy and kind and thoughtful and wise.
And he’sphenomenalat fucking me.
My hands grip the bedsheets and he thrusts in again with a grunt. The sound travels through my body and connects right between my legs.
He leans over my body, not breaking his rhythm, slamming into me over and over.
I reach back, wanting to feel him, wanting more from him, like that’s even possible.
He slides his arms underneath me, giving me the connection I want. He uses the contact as an anchor, holding me still so he can fuck me harder. I’m trying everything I can not to come, but I have nothing left.
I’m breathless.
I’m exhausted.
I’m utterly boneless.
Then one hand snakes down and his fingers round my clit. I explode on contact. The stubble on his chin scrapes my cheek and he half licks, half bites my jaw. “Good girl.”
Somehow he turns me around and positions me on my back on the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he whispers into my ear as he leans over me.
He slides into me again and it’s like the first time I ever felt him inside me. I’m impossibly full. Every part of me feels him.
“Too much?” he asks, his gaze dipping from my eyes, down to my open mouth, and then back up.
I shake my head. It’s not too much. It’s exactly enough and I can’t imagine ever wanting it to end. All at once, images of my life back in New York flash into my brain, and it feels empty, like they’re black and white, because he’s not in them too. We got married on a whim. There was something between us and we were in Vegas and we could worry about the consequences tomorrow. At this moment, though, the only thing I’m worried about is that he’ll want a divorce. I don’t want my black-and-white life back in New York. I want a life in full color.
Sweat gathers at Worth’s hairline. It’s good to know he’s not a machine. I press my fingers down his back and he rears up, like I’ve just turned him on so much he can’t stand it. His back is tight and hard, just like every other part of him. He seems bigger out of his clothes. Taller and more muscular than I’d expected.
He pushes into me and a moan escapes my throat. My climax was lying at the foot of the Red Rock Canyon sixty seconds ago, but Worth has managed to bring it to life again. I shift underneath him and he hisses out a curse.
I bite back a smile. It’s good to know that this man hulking over me, who seems to be the god of sex, isn’t completely immune to my moves.
I squeeze his cock as he pulls out of me and he fixes me with a stare.
“Are you trying to make me come?”