Page 86 of Wilder at Heart
The thought has me rubbing my already leaking tip against her wetness, the lace at one side softly abrasive and hot as hell, as I get ready to breach her entrance. Not a second too soon.
I grab her hip with one hand and use the other to feed myself into her, slowly. Fuck, she’s tight like this. And God knows, the sight of my cock disappearing into her is so fucking hot.
‘You okay, gorgeous?’ I take a second to stroke down the delicate bumps in her spine as she strains to take me in. For some reason, touching bone so close to flesh reminds me how fragile she is. How vulnerable. And in that moment, I’m vulnerable, too.
Because this is… intense. Not just physically, with the arousal I’m feeling and the effort of feeding myself into her in a gradual and civilised manner. But in my emotions. In my heart. Weird.
‘Yeah.’ She looks over her shoulder again, catches her lip with her teeth. ‘Full. Feel full. But so good.’
I give her a face-splitting grin, shake my head. ‘You’re doing amazing. Just breathe, baby. You feel so tight for me, too. You need lube?’
‘No. I think you’ve made me wet enough.’
Damn right I have. I breathe, too, as I swipe my hands back and forth over her ass cheeks. My whole body is glowing from the pressure of that incredible velvet vice around my dick.
And I’m in. I’ve bottomed out. Jesus Christ. I roll my hips, agonising pleasure washing over me.
‘Fuck, you feel good.’
‘Whew.’ She’s breathing hard. ‘So good, Theo. So intense.’
‘Yeah, baby. I feel it too.’
My plan is to give her a couple of thrusts to get her to relax around me, and then I’ll rub her clit and get her off. Because, honestly, no way am I lasting long like this.
So I pull out slowly and drive back in, not as slowly as I should, but far more slowly than I feel like doing. I want to ram into her with all my strength and fuck her so hard she feels like my dick is in her brains, and drive the breath right out of her.
‘Jesus,’ I say at the same time as she moansGod.
I bottom out. Roll my hips, and we both groan.
Again and again.
I go a little harder the next time. Slam into her. She lets out a deep, guttural moan.
‘Good, sweetheart?’
‘So good. Fuck. So good.’
Her body edges forward when I drive home next, her hands slipping on the rug.
‘On your elbows for me, baby. You can push back against me a lot better like that.’
‘Okay,’ she gasps out, and lowers herself down.
Bingo.
She’d never have gone for it at the start if I’d told her I wanted her on her elbows, her ass in the air, but it’s by far her best option if we don’t have a headboard to work with.
I spit on my fingers and manoeuvre them round to find her clit as I drive into her again, upping my pace, my fingers matching it.
‘Fuck,’she grits out. ‘I’m so stretched—it’s so sensitive. So. Good.God.’
My other hand grips her hip, my nails sinking into her soft flesh. I’d love to reach around and play with those gorgeous little nipples, but I’m going so hard now that I need to anchor myself to her. I gaze down at her and take in this insane head fuck of a sensory overload.
Nora, now looking over her shoulder at me, those eyes pleading for mercy. For release.
Her hair falling over her shoulders, driving me crazy. I wish I could tangle it up in my hands.
