Page 23 of Invisible Scars
“So good,” I whimper. “Need more.”
His head hangs next to mine, eyes squeezed shut as his fists clench and unclench at my periphery.
“Tell me again, Eff,” he whispers. “What you want.”
My heart flutters wildly, and I caress the smooth line of his jaw. “I want to feel you, Joe, deep and hard and raw.” I scrape my nails over his shoulders, pleasure and desire making way for tender emotions only he’s ever managed to awaken in me. “I want you.”
Jonah drops a kiss on my lips, then draws back to the head, my body clenching and gripping as he rubs over every spot inside me before he pushes into me with a hard thrust.
One leg hooks over his while the heel of the other climbs to the small of his back.
“Say it again.” He repeats the motion, sinking so deep he hits a new spot I never knew existed, causing intense pleasure to erupt through every overtaxed nerve in my body. My back arches off the mattress with a cry of his name. “Say it.”
“I want you.”
“How?”
“Rough.”
He drives into me, setting a steady rhythm, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Again.”
“I want you.” I whimper at the pressure mounting in my body with every harsh thrust.
“Do you want me dirty?” he whispers in my ear, voice strained and coarse. I’m pushed higher with every slick of his shaft, and my knees skim to his ribs, wanting more. Wanting all that thick pleasure inside my body until I can’t breathe from the overwhelm of gratifying pressure.
“Filthy,” I answer, and Jonah cups one of my breasts, thumb and forefinger closing around a hard nipple and pulling at it with a teasing pinch.
“Uptight Effie is a dirty doll.” He leans on his arm so he can peer down at me, gaze full of the deep longing and desire that I’ve been fighting since the first time I saw him, his eyes swirling like a spiral galaxy of endless black. “With the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, who likes being fucked hard by big men with big cocks.”
His palm lands on my ass with a smack, grabbing a handful of the soft flesh and kneading it as his pace grows wilder.
I want more. I want to push him harder, make him go feral for me, give me everything. So, through my gasping breaths, I answer, “You. I like it when it’s you.”
Jonah grabs my knees with a curse and pushes them to my chest, sinking so deep I can’t even tell where I end, and he begins, his eyes a dark storm as he gazes down, full focus on me as if I were the sun to his solar system.
Sweat rolls off his forehead, down his neck, over his chest, as he works in and out of my body so fast, I can barely catch a breath between thrusts, my high-pitched whimpers and incoherent begging filling the room.
The acute balance between pleasure and pain is perfectly executed, and the buzzing ball of energy building in my center is growing bigger by the second.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“I want you. Just like that, oh, just like that.” My fingernails dig into his back, another orgasm thundering in the distance, the headboard banging against the wall mingling with the pounding of the rain on my windows. “Joe… I’m… You’re making me…Oh, God.”
Jonah’s eyes grow wide for a moment, then his lips blaze a trail to my neck, latching onto the sensitive skin and sucking hard, marking yet another spot on my body before his warm breath is at my ear.
“You’re going to come so hard for me it’ll show on your face for days, Effie.” His voice is tense, sounding as if he’s barely holding himself back. “I want to see it every time I look at you and know you’re thinking of how good I fucked you.”
The intense pressure catches up with me. My hands fly to the mattress, fists twisting into the sheets, my back arching off the bed as I reel over the edge with shattered cries. Flying, soaring on a whirlwind of pleasure that’s so good it’s almost too much to bear.
Jonah buries as deep as he can with one last hard thrust, lightning illuminating the depth of black that are his eyes for a heartbeat before he thickens and throbs inside me, roaring in my ear as his hips jerk and he groans in an almost pained voice, collapsing on top of me with a heave.
Seconds pass, or maybe hours, before he whispers, “Effie,” his voice trembling, and I just barely manage a hum in response. He slides his palm up my body, cupping one cheek while his nose slowly grazes the other, and he whispers again, “Effie.”
“Mmm.” I purr in contentment as his nose rubs down my neck.
“We came together,” Jonah says into my skin in a thick and sated voice, kissing the spot dampened by his breath as my fingers trail a pattern over his back and my knees tighten around his ribs. “I wanted to feel you fall apart around me so much, but I was sure I wasn’t going to hold on long enough.”
