Page 30 of A Valentine's Day Gift
He groaned. “First she’s afraid to be with me; now she’s ordering me to fuck her.”
“F-u-u-uck me.”
“The mouth on you.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he dug through his duffel bag. He quickly stripped, his back to her, and she checked him out. Even his ass was muscled, leading to strong muscled legs. Forget Michelangelo’sDavid, they should make a marble statue of Vinny. He was that beautifully formed.
Finally he turned and strode toward her. “I fucking love it.” Her breath caught at his erection, thick and long. He joined her in the bed, pulling her so they were side by side, stroking down her side as he kissed her.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against her, determined to see this through no matter what. His leg wedged between hers, applying delicious pressure. She shifted to whisper in his ear, “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
He rolled on top of her, fitting himself between her legs. “You ready, huh? Think you can handle me?”
She swallowed. “I think.”
“Don’t think, love.” He kissed her tenderly as he slowly pushed inside her, her mind latching onto the sweet term of endearment,love, even as she ached, stretching to accommodate his size.
He gazed into her eyes as he pushed deeper. “You okay?”
“Are you all the way in?” she managed.
He stilled. “You can’t tell?”
“It’s a lot, it’s a lot.”
He kissed her, rocking against her, easing in at the same time as he brought her pleasure. She could feel her body tightening with another release even as he pushed her open. She broke the kiss, half out of her mind, needing relief from the pressure, from the tension.
She tried to tell him what she needed. “Just, please, just…ah.”
His mouth covered hers, and then he was fully inside, filling her to her womb. She gasped into his mouth and he shifted, kissing her temple, then her cheek, trailing to her ear. “We fit,” he rasped in her ear. “You’re so tight I feel like I’m gonna die happy.”
She whimpered incoherently, needing release, needing the ache to fade to get there, needing him todo something.
He shifted to kiss her and grinned. “You feel amazing.”
“Please,” she gasped out, not even sure what she needed, but it wassomething.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She did.
“Now breathe.”
She’d been holding her breath. She took a deep breath and nodded. His hand slipped under her hip and tilted her up as he thrust slow and deep, pleasure radiating through her, the ache fading. “Yes-s-s,” she hissed out on a long breath.
“Yes,” he said, his gaze locked on hers. “Yes.”
She couldn’t look away, his dark eyes heated, his features in the throes of passion amping up her own pleasure. To know she did that to him, her body with its scar that he hadn’t even looked twice at, her out-of-practice petite self brought this gorgeous big man pleasure. He nipped her bottom lip and then sucked it, his thrusts deep, rocking her, possessing her.
He lifted his head, thrusting faster, his expression fierce, rocking, rocking, rocking. She exploded, a sharp cry ripped from her throat, and then he was thrusting through her release, bringing waves of pleasure through her body. He groaned, shuddering against her with his own release.
He gave her some of his weight, still holding himself up on his forearms. Even in the aftermath, he was thoughtful enough not to crush her with his weight. That was new for her. Everything about making love with Vinny was a new and amazing experience for her.
He rolled off her and lay on his back, breathing hard.
“You’re so wonderful,” she blurted.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Thanks, you too.” A few moments passed before he added, “You’re gonna be sore. Tomorrow I’ll go easy on you. Sunday we’ll experiment.”
She gulped. “Experiment?”
