Page 16 of Painted in Love

He moved quickly then, flipped her to her back, came down on top of her, their bodies at an angle across the bed. His fingers between her legs, he played her until she was the one going crazy. He swallowed her cries with his mouth, kissing her, his tongue delving deep the way she knew his body wanted to.

With both hands, she pushed on his shoulders, because she couldn’t breathe, because she needed, and another blissful wave rolled through her body.

She thought he’d enter her then, but he only rocked between her legs, letting the sensations flow through her.

Then he said softly, “This is how we’re going to do it now. Slow and sweet. Making it last forever.”

Saskia trembled, knowing it would be better than anything that had come before.

He grabbed a second condom packet, tore it open, and rolled it on.

“I’m going to make this so good for you.” The gleam in his eyes echoed the promise.

Then he draped her legs over his haunches, his erection rising between them, beckoning her.

He slid inside her, slowly. Just when she thought he’d slam deep and hard, he stopped. Smiled. And rocked gently right there at her entrance.

It was mind-blowing.

She moaned, looked at him through her lashes, her voice like gravel. “Oh my God. That’s too good.” He rocked over her G-spot, the slowness of it driving her crazy. Her body quaked, and her legs tightened against his sides, quivering. “What are you doing to me?”

“I told you.” His words were a low growl. “Slow and sweet and good.”

She sucked in a breath, arched her body, grabbed the pillow beneath her head with both hands. “So perfect.”

His eyes glittered. “Do you want me to make it even better?”

Her words came out in a gasp. “You can’t possibly make it better.”

But he smiled, like the devil she knew he had to be. “Oh yeah, I can.”

Then he put his hand between her legs, stroking her with his thumb. Everything inside her went up in smoke. Because yes—God, yes—this was so much better.

She stopped looking at him, stopped thinking about him. There was only the feel of him inside her, the caress of his thumb on her, and the sensations rolling through her.

She tossed on the pillow, her movements somehow making everything better. Fisting her hands in the covers, she wrapped her legs around him, tried to pull him deeper.

But his body resisted. There was just that slow, seemingly endless stroke across her G-spot and his thumb making her utterly insane. He was so right. This was so good. She’d never felt anything like it with anyone ever.

She panted, she wailed, she begged. The climax built inside her, quaked through her body, and burst like an imploding star. She screamed, her body bucking. Cried out his name.

Then he slammed home, taking her hard and fast. It was so good, so perfect. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it bad, so bad.

She didn’t know whether she said the words, or they just rolled around in her brain. His relentless pounding somehow kept sensation flying through her, on and on. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she dug her fingernails into his arms. She grabbed his butt, pulling him deeper, forcing him to a relentless, pounding pace.

She opened her eyes to see him rear his head back as he growled and groaned and came hard inside her. It felt as though he were filling her up. Despite the condom.

They came together. Endlessly. Blissfully.

Until he collapsed on top of her, his body still quaking, hers still quivering.

She whispered against his ear, “You’re right. That was good.”

Better than good. The best ever.

When Clay came to, he lay flat on his back, Saskia cradled against him, one leg over his thighs, her foot tangled between his calves. The room was steamy with sex.

His body buzzed in the aftermath. She’d said it was good. He couldn’t remember it ever being better. Maybe it was the adrenaline from that near miss out on the street. Maybe it was the beers he’d drunk without eating lunch.

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