Page 118 of Guarded Love

I rise up on my knees, using his shoulders for balance as he guides himself to my entrance. The first touch of him against me, skin to skin with nothing between us, makes us both freeze.

"Last chance to change your mind," he says.

Instead of answering, I sink down onto him slowly, taking him inch by inch until he's buried completely inside me. The stretch is overwhelming in the best possible way. He's bigger without the condom, or maybe it just feels that way because I can feel everything, but I’m still shocked that we’re actually doing this. "Fuck, I…don’t know what to say." My sentence ends with a moan.

"I know." His forehead is pressed against mine as we both struggle to adjust. "So tight. So perfect. Just...give me a second."

But I don't want to give him a second. I want to move and feel everything he's been holding back. I do wait for a moment out of respect for him, but when I shift slightly, the movement sends shockwaves through both of us.

"Kitten..."

His sentence dies on his lips when our eyes meet. Here’s another line we’ve crossed and there’s no coming back from it. And for some weird reason, I’m perfectly okay with that thought.

With that in mind, I begin to move. The cramped space forces us closer together. Every move we make is more intense because we can't get the leverage we want. I'm practically pinned against the roof of my car, but I don't care. The awkward angles, including the way my knee keeps hitting the door handle and the fact that we're both still half-dressed doesn’t matter to me one bit. All because I’m satisfying a craving I’ve had for what feels like forever.

I swear our bodies are coming together as one shakes the whole car. I grip the fabric of his hoodie for balance as I set the pace, taking as much of him as my body will allow. I feel everything, hot and slick and impossibly deep, and the way his fingers dig into my thighs tells me he’s barely hanging on.

"Slow down," he somehow manages to say. "Or this isn’t going to last long."

The warning shoots electricity through me. "Is that supposed to be a problem?" I ask, grinding down harder and rolling my hips just to watch his eyelids flutter shut.

"You're evil," he groans. His grip alternates between gentle and bruising, like he’s torn between worshipping me and pinning me in place. At this point, I don’t care if he does either one or both.

I want him to lose it. I want him to snap so completely that he can’t remember anything but me. “I think we both like me when I’m this way.”

"You're right. I love you like this. Confident, in control, taking what you want."

The words hit me harder than they should. Not the love part because I know he’s talking about us in just the heat of the moment but the way he sees me.

"Then let me have what I want," I whisper, picking up the pace despite his earlier warning.

"Fuck it," he growls against my mouth. "I can't hold back anymore."

His hips surge up to meet mine, and suddenly every thrust hits deeper than before and the angle has me seeing my life flash before my eyes.

"Yes. Just like that,” is all I can say, and I’m impressed that I managed to do that.

One of his hands makes his way up my body until it comes to a stop near the base of my throat. "Is this okay?" he asks.

I nod and say in between taking quick breaths, “I want a necklace only you can give me.”

His fingers wrap around my throat with perfect pressure. It’s firm enough that it makes me wetter, yet gentle enough that I know he'd never hurt me. The combination of his hand around my throat and the way he's filling me completely pushes me rightto the edge again. My vision blurs as I recognize what is coming next. Me.

"Come for me," he commands. "I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."

His words, combined with the pressure of his fingers and one final thrust, send me crashing over the edge. My orgasm rips through me with an intensity that makes my whole body shake. I cry out his name as I clench around him, riding him as every wave hits me.

"Fuck, Willow," he groans. "You're so—I can't?—"

His release follows immediately after mine. A tired smile forms on my face due to his moan that’s so loud, it sounds like it bounces off of every surface in the car. His hand falls away from my throat to grab my hip as he empties himself inside me completely.

We stay frozen like that for several long moments, both of us breathing hard and trying to process what just happened. I can feel him inside me, and I'm in no hurry to move.

"Well," I say finally as I’m still trying to catch my breath, "this is going to be interesting to clean up."

Blaise lets out a low chuckle. "I have some napkins in my glove compartment. I’ll just have to run out and get them. And you..." He points at my torn leggings. "You're going to need a new pair of those."

"These were my favorite leggings," I say, though I'm grinning as I do.

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