Page 52 of That Moment
“Hey, we have all night, I don’t want to hurt you.”
That soft haze in her eyes has turned into a dark, lustful stare. She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes squeezing shut as she lifts her hips and takes me even deeper. “Fuck me, Scotty, please. I don’t care if it hurts.”
“Fuck, baby.” Hearing her plead for my cock sends me into overdrive.
I kiss the smile right off her mouth and slide in another inch, then another, stopping to let her body welcome mine. Every muscle in my back goes tight with restraint as she digs her nails deeper into my flesh with a loud groan.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re doing perfectly.” I lick my fingers and slip them between us, findingher clit. “Let me in a little more. Let me make you feel good.” I drop my head down, dragging my tongue around her nipple before wrapping my lips around it.
“Yessss.” She hisses, her back arching so she’s trusting her tits in my face. I take the opportunity to continue lavishing both of them with my tongue, biting down hard when I drive myself even further inside of her.
“Oh goddamn.” The words are barely audible as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Her legs wrap higher around my hips, heels sliding over the backs of my thighs. She lifts to meet me, and that small, trusting move wrecks me. I press deeper, firm but careful, until I’m nearly seated, until it feels like there’s no space left in the world between us, and pause.
I can’t hold back the sound that rips out of my chest. “Jesus, Adrienne.” I breathe through my teeth, eyes shut because if I keep looking at her, I’ll forget to be gentle. “You feel—” I break off, because what I want to say feels too much, too raw.
Her hands flex in mine. She tugs, wanting her wrists, and I don’t make her ask. I release one and she slides it to my jaw, thumb sweeping across my cheek like I’m some wild thing she’s taming. The calm of that touch steadies me. I open my eyes. She’s looking up at me.
“Move,” she whispers, her pussy pulsing around. And then she whimpers. “Please.”
“You still want me to fuck you now that I’m fully inside you?” I nip her lip with my teeth, then soothe it with a gentle kiss, followed by a flick of my tongue against hers.
“God, yes!” I feel her pulse against me again, her back arching. I’ve already discovered how she likes to be kissed, the way her body responds when I tease her, the way she goes into a frenzy when I slide my tongue past her lips.
“Like this?” I draw back a few inches and press in again, learning the rhythm that makes her breath catch. Slow at first, finding the angle that makes her spine arch and her throat bare.
“Yesssss.”
I keep her pinned with one hand and cradle her head with the other, my body caging hers, my mouth never far from her mouth. I talk to her because I need the words as much as she does.
“There you go. That’s it. Take me. You feel so damn good, baby. Been starving for this. For you.” I kiss her, the kind of kiss that says more than I know how to, and roll my hips deeper.
She clutches at my shoulders, soundless for a heartbeat, and then she breaks into a whimper that I’ll keep locked in my memory for the rest of my life. I pick up the pace a fraction, not hard, just deeper, longer strokes, letting the weight of my body hold her steady while I work us both higher.
“Oh my god.” It’s half a plea, half a cry of pain, and my hips stutter, my movements faltering as I look down at her face.
“Adrienne—Baby? You okay?” I’m trying not to hurt her, but I can’t seem to stop my hips from moving.
“Fuck, it hurts,” she groans against my shoulder as her teeth sink into my flesh, hard.
I still. “Good?”
“So good.”
“Tell me,” I rasp. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she says, voice ragged. “All of you. Just don’t stop.”
That’s a prayer I know how to answer. I drive into her, a little deeper, feeling her meet me every time. The couch creaks with every thrust. The room echoes with our moans and pants. I press my mouth to the spot beneath her ear and whisper inaudibly the kind of promises I’ve been holding in my chest since the first time I realized I was head over heels for her.
She shivers under me, muscles drawing tight around me as if her body’s trying to keep every word. I change the angle with a shift of my hips, and she gasps, nails scoring my back in a way that snaps a cable in my spine.
“There?” I ask, rougher now.
“There,” she breathes, the word almost a cry.
I settle into it and let myself go a little. Not enough to forget the way her breath hitches, or how her lashes flutter when she’s on the edge, or the exact second her body asks for more. But enough to give her what she asked for when she showed up wearing that dress and that defiant little smile—enough to let her feel the desire I’ve been holding back.
