Page 35 of The Grinch who Loved Me
Not hard, but enough to make it pucker under his fingers.
He did the same with the other nipple and Aria relaxed, letting him slip inside a little more.
When he got to the small barrier, he stopped, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She smiled up at him, “It’s inevitable. And yet, I know it doesn’t hurt as bad as some people say. Please Ryland. I need you inside me. I ache. So bad.”
Ryland nodded and with an apologetic look, surged all the way inside her.
She cried out and her fingers dug into his arms slightly and he stayed still, feeling her tight sheath clench and unclench around him.
It was heaven. Hell. Both. And he was sweating, shaking and needing more. Much more.
He pulled out of her slightly and then pushed back in and Aria moaned, and Ryland knew it was going to be okay.
He started thrusting in and out, slow and steady, building up a rhythm that was as old as time.
Aria’s fingernails dug into his skin and he wanted it. Needed to have her mark on him.
Wishing it would stay etched there forever.
His thrust started to speed up and he could feel his balls draw up, ready to unleash their full load inside her.
He started circling her clit, and she arched under him as he did and her legs started to shake again.
She was thrashing under him, and moaning his name or crying it out for all to hear.
He fucking loved it and he leaned down and sucked at her nipple and his thrusts sped up more.
He was really getting in deep and as he rubbed at her clit and bit down soft on her nipple, Aria screamed her release and her pussy clenched around him, over and over and he pumped inside her a handful of times more and then came deep inside her.
He collapsed to his elbows, his head on her chest and he knew that life would never be the same.
She had changed him completely and he loved every second of it.
He lifted his head and smiled down at her dazed face and she blinked a few times and then smiled back.
“That was. Wow. Just wow.”
He chuckled and slowly pulled out of her, making them both groan as he did so.
“You can say that again.”
He pulled her into his arms and as they lay by the Christmas trees in her shop, Ryland thanked whatever stars deemed him worthy enough to hold an angel.
He knew he would never let her go.
Ever.
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They went back to his house and Aria gasped when she saw all the decorations he had put up for her.
The small tree that still needed her touch and the lights and other things.
He was so glad he had bought them.
She deserved it all. To be spoiled, pampered and to never think that she was unimportant.
