Page 112 of Beyond the Lines
“Declan,” I gasp. “Please—I need?—”
He understands instantly, reaching for his discarded jeans and pulling a condom from his wallet. “Glad I replenished these—” he laughs.
I take the condom from him, rolling it down his length. His eyes flutter closed at my touch, his breath catching. When it’s on, he positions himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my pussy. The way he shudders slightly tells me he’s holding back an urge to plow deep into me.
And, this time, he doesn’t ask.
He pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by inch. But it’s not enough. He’s being too careful, because he’s worried I’ll break. But I want him to see that I’m stronger now, and I can take it. I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him on. More, more, more. And when he’s finally fully inside me, I see stars.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his forehead pressed against mine.
He starts to move, slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate. I clutch at his back, his shoulders,or anywhere I can reach, trying to pull him closer, deeper. Then he picks up the pace driving into me with increasing urgency. The headboard knocks against the wall, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I hope Em doesn’t come back early.
“Declan,” I moan, feeling the tension building. “Oh god, I’m close.”
“Come for me,” he urges. “Let go of what you’ve been holding on to.”
The combined sensations push me over the edge. I come with a cry that he muffles with his mouth, swallowing the sound as my body clenches around him. The pleasure is overwhelming, radiating outward from my core in waves that leave me trembling.
As the waves of pleasure subside, I collapse back against the pillows, gasping for breath. Declan is still inside me, hard and pulsing, his muscles tense as he holds back his own release.
“I’m not done with you,” I murmur against his ear. “Not even close.”
He laughs, half-groaning. “I almost am. You’re going to kill me, Altman.”
“Lucky you’ve been saving up,” I tease, squeezing my muscles around him.
“Fuck,” he says, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.
It sends a thrill through me. “Hey, Dec?”
His eyebrow arches. “Yeah?”
“I want you to take me from behind,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady despite the heat flooding my cheeks. I don’t usually ask for what I want so directly, but with Declan, it feels different. Safe. And if I’m taking the leap with him, I may as well go all the way. “Please.”
Something flashes in his eyes—hunger, maybe, or surprise—before he nods, pulling out slowly. I whimper at the loss, and feel suddenly empty without him, but then his hands are on my hips, guiding me as I roll onto my stomach. I rise onto my hands and knees and look back at him over my shoulder.
Then I smile. “Just like this.”
His eyes rake over me, and I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so completely comfortable. I’m no longer looking for any excuse to push back or run away, but instead inviting him in. And I know, in my marrow, that I can trust him to be kind and caring, and to not hurt me.
His hands caress my ass, gripping gently before sliding up my spine to my shoulders and back down. Every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake. When his fingers dip between my legs, finding me still slick and swollen, I moan, dropping my head to the mattress and letting him have me.
“You like this,” he observes, sliding a finger inside me.
“Yes,” I gasp as he adds a second finger, stretching me. “God, yes.”
“Tell me what you want,” he says, his fingers moving slowly in and out.
I swallow hard. “I want you inside me. Deep. Hard.”
I feel him shift behind me, positioning himself, and I push back impatiently, taking him in. We both groan as he slides home, filling me completely in one smooth thrust. He starts to move with slow, deep thrusts that have me clutching at the sheets.
His pace quickens, the sound of skin against skin filling the room alongside our heavy breathing and half-formed words. One hand leaves my hip to slide around and between my legs, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb in time withhis thrusts.
“Declan,” I moan, my arms starting to give out. “I?—”
“I’ve got you,” he says, his voice strained. His chest presses against my back as he leans over me, his free arm wrapping around my waist to support me. The new position drives him impossibly deeper, and I feel myself tightening around him again. “I’ve got you, Lea.”
