Page 122 of That Moment
“Not yet,” I rasp, pinning her wrists above her head. “You’re gonna take every second of this.”
Her eyes flutter, chest rising fast. “You’re torturing me.”
“Good.” I thrust deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. “I want you wrecked when I’m done with you.”
She comes again, fast and hard, trembling under me, and I barely hold on, every muscle burning. I press my forehead to hers, swallowing her cries with my mouth, feeling her pulse around me until I’m losing control right along with her.
When the damn finally breaks, it’s a blur. I groan her name, my breath coming out in rapid puffs, her nails raking down my back. I spill into her, burying myself deep, groaning low against her neck as the world goes quiet around us. For a long time, neither of us moves. The only sound is our ragged breathing settling into a normal cadence.
I brush a thumb over her cheek, her hair damp and tangled against the pillow. She looks up at me, eyes glassy. If this is goodbye, she’s gonna be the one who haunts every night after this. She will always be the one who got away.
We lie there for a beat, hearts thundering, sweat cooling on skin. She’s still wrapped around me, warm and soft and wrecked in the best way, a satisfied smile tugging at her swollen lips. I should be done, my body feels boneless, my brain is a scramble of white noise, but the sight of her like this, marked up by my mouth and hands, makes something low and hungry catch fire again.
I kiss the corner of her mouth. Then her jaw. Then lower, trailing lazy, reverent kisses down the silk skin of her throat. Her fingers slide into my hair, a soft hum vibrating out of her chest.That sound does it. I harden again, slow and certain, like my body already knows what I need.
I shift, pulling out of her with a groan. She gasps, eyes flicking open, looking down at me as I settle between her knees and kiss her belly, the dip of her hip, the inside of her thigh. I’m not rushing. Not now. Not when I need to memorize every inch of her.
“Scotty,” she whispers, voice husky. “God, you?—”
“Shh,” I murmur into her skin, mouth brushing the soft place where her pulse stutters. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I slide a hand beneath her thigh and guide her leg higher over my shoulder. With the other, I line myself up and press forward. This time, I go slow and deep, taking her inch by inch. Her breath catches on my name, head tipping back, hands clutching at the sheets. I keep going, every muscle tight, until I’m buried to the hilt and both of us are shaking.
“Fuck,” I grind out, forehead dropping to hers. “You’re so damn perfect.”
Her eyes flutter, and I watch the exact moment the pleasure hits like a light switching on behind them. She moans, a broken little sound, heels digging into my back. I pull out an inch, slide back the same way. My movements are unhurried; I want to make sure she feels every inch of it.
“Look at me,” I tell her, voice rough velvet. “I want your eyes when you fall apart.”
I set a rhythm of long, deep strokes, the kind that say mine without a single wasted word. I pin her wrists gently above her head and lace our fingers together, pressing them into the pillow as I move. Every time I push in, I roll my hips to grind against that tender spot inside her. Every time I pull back, I drag it out just enough to make her chase me.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “No other man has made you feel this way, baby.”
Her body answers before her mouth does, tightening, fluttering, pulsing against my cock. Her breaths come quicker, higher, little fractured sounds that stab straight through my chest.
“Scotty—” It’s almost a gasp, almost a prayer. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” I promise, kissing her with every thrust. I slide one hand down, palm spreading over her lower belly, feeling every deep stroke from the outside. The other cradles the side of her neck, thumb coaxing her chin back toward me when her eyes try to roll shut. “Stay with me,” I murmur. “I want to watch you come.”
The second I apply pressure to her belly, she breaks fast. Faster than she expects, one sharp inhale and she’s gone, crying out my name as her body clamps down around me. I swallow the sound with my mouth, keep moving through it, slow and relentless, dragging the pleasure out of her until she’s shaking, nails biting fresh lines into my shoulders.
“Good girl,” I rasp against her lips, still thrusting deep, steady. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
She’s wrecked and gorgeous, blinking up at me like she can’t believe what I’m doing to her, what we’re doing to each other. I flip us gently, guiding her onto my lap, never slipping free. She gasps at the angle, the stretch. She moans, falling forward, her palms flat against my chest. I anchor her hips and hold her there, just breathing with her for a second, letting her feel how deep I am.
“Ride me slow,” I tell her. “Take what you want.”
She rolls her hips in a long, deliberate circle, and we both groan. Another. Then she finds a rhythm that has me gripping her so tight as I try to hold back. I watch her, her hands splayed on my chest, back arching, hair tumbling down like a curtain. The string of broken sounds she makes is pure lust, and I’mhelpless beneath it, holding her, meeting her, losing pieces of myself with every rise and fall.
“Look at you,” I manage, jaw tight, lungs burning. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She leans forward, noses brushing, breath hot on my mouth. “Worth it.”
It hits me hard then, how much I want to keep this, hold it, never let her go. The thought punches the air from my lungs. I grip her hips and surge up into her, deeper, and her head tips back on a gasp.
I’m so close, but I still don’t rush. I keep her moving, keep our eyes locked when she can, kiss her when she starts to come apart again. When the edge finally grabs me, it’s brutal and sweet all at once, my pulse spiking, vision blurring, her name torn from my throat like a secret I meant to keep.
I spill into her with a rough groan, pull her tight to my chest, and hold on while the world drops out from under us. We breathe there, tangled and sweating again. I rub a hand up and down her spine, feeling the little tremors as they fade.
