Page 42 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
But he couldn’t seem to line his straining cock up with her entrance.The bed was just too short.
“Drat!”he said, struggling to find a workable position.He tried bending his legs, but then his knees prevented him from getting close to the bed.He looked so adorably frustrated that Gwen laughed.
Tom narrowed his eyes at her, but he was grinning.“You think this is funny, do you?We’ll see how much you’re laughing when I’m forced to leave you unsatisfied.”
“Here,” she said, attempting to tug him down crossways on the bed.“Lie on your back.I’ll be on top, and—aieee!”
She squealed as Tom scooped her off the bed so easily you would have thought he’d grabbed one of the feather pillows.She wrapped her legs around his waist as he strode across the room.“I have a better idea,” he said darkly as he carried her to the corner of the room.
Gwendolyn clung to his neck, mystified.“Tom?How are we going to?—”
He cut her off with a kiss, pinning her between his body and the white plastered wall.When he lifted his head, his grin was wicked.“That’s the nice thing about being the heavyweight champ, bun.I don’t need a bed.I can do you against the wall.”
Gwen frowned.“What do you mean, do me against the…Oh.”
Gwen’s confusion started to ebb as he reached down to align himself with her opening.She groaned as she felt his cock slipping inside her.From this angle, he felt impossibly thick, and he made her feel impossibly full but in a good way.
“Tom!”she gasped, squirming against him.“Aren’t I too heavy?”
“Nope,” he said cheerfully, sliding out and then pressing back in again.He closed his eyes, bliss stealing over his face.“Damn, Gwen.You feelso good!”
Gwendolyn could relate.From this angle, Tom’s pubic bone ground against that special spot between her legs with every thrust, and the hair on his chest chafed her sensitive nipples.There was also something unbearably arousing about the fact that he had scooped her up and was literally taking her against the wall.She had already thought him a magnificent male specimen, but this demonstrated his vigor on an entirely new plane.
Tom had begun to thrust faster.“Is this all right?”
“It’s all right,” she cried, digging her nails into his shoulders.“It’s more than all right.Oh, God, Tom!I think I’m going to…”
Heat flared in his eyes as he bowed his head to capture her lips in a ravenous kiss, swallowing her sounds of pleasure.With a growl, he scooped one arm beneath her bottom, hoisting her up.With the other hand, he captured both of her wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head.This had the unexpected effect of making her even more desperate for him.It made her feel… coveted.Desirable.
Like she was worth ravishing.
She found the perfect angle to rub against him with each thrust.He broke off their kiss.“That’s it, Gwen.Use me.I want to watch you come on my cock.”
She made a strangled sound.“I’m so close!Please, Tom.Please!”
With a snarl, he surged against her, pinning her even more firmly in place.He ground his hips in a circular motion, rubbing her precisely where she needed it.
Sparks shot behind her eyes.“Tom!”she screamed.“Tom, I’m?—”
She didn’t manage to finish that sentence, on account of the tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her.But between the nonsensical words tumbling from her mouth and the uncontrollable quaking of her thighs, she suspected he knew exactly what he had done to her.
He released her hands to seize her hips in an iron grip.Now he was thrusting as fast as he could as Gwen’s hips thumped against the wall behind her.Not that she minded in the least.She clung to his shoulders and did her best to make sure he found as much pleasure as he’d just given her.
His arms hardened to iron beneath her fingers.“Gwen!”he gasped.“I… I… Oh,fuck!”
Then it was his turn to shout profanities while his hips bucked helplessly.Gwen wrapped her legs tightly around him and stroked his shoulders as his shudders slowly calmed.
He lowered her trembling to the floor but only to scoop her up again and carry her to the bed.Their joining had been frantic, but the kiss he pressed against her lips was startlingly tender.
“Are you sure you’ll be comfortable here?”Gwen asked, struggling to picture the guest bed, and if it might be any larger.“If you like, you could?—”
“I’m staying right here,” he said firmly, slipping underneath the quilt and pulling her against him.“I’m not going anywhere.”
Gwen snuggled into his chest.Feeling warm and content, she fell asleep in Tom’s arms.
Chapter18
Tom expected to spend all night tossing and turning in Gwen’s infernally small bed.
