Page 114 of Resurrection
I move my finger lower, brushing it between her folds.
Her breath catches in her throat as she writhes against the bedcovers, tiling her hips upward as if wanting to fuck my finger.
Fuck.
We haven't even done anything yet, and I already want to come so badly. But I want to make it last for her, to make up for seventeen years of mistakes.
Leaning in, I kiss her chin, then her jawline, feeling her tremble and tense under my touch. She tastes like almonds and delicious vanilla, and I want to melt into her and be one for the rest of our lives.
"Ty," she moans as I continue rubbing her clit and playing with her folds. "You better get in there before I change my mind."
"Well, if you put it that way." I chuckle and gently spread her legs with my knee, then position my cock at her entrance and give myself a couple of strokes.
"Hurry," she urges.
I nudge the crown of my dick into her pussy.
My mind blanks.
Dear God. She's so wet. I didn't think it'd feel this good every single time, but apparently with her it does.
"Is that okay?" I manage a question.
"Yeah," she whispers a hushed reply. Her eyelashes flatter.
I hold still for a brief moment, unsure if it's to prepare myself or her. Then I bury myself as deep as I can with a single thrust.
She cries out. Fists the bedcovers with both hands.
My cock is in heaven. She’s tight and small and familiar, and her pussy spasms around me. And I swear I could come from this sensation alone.
It’s desperate, adult, nothing compared to our first sex at eighteen when we both didn’t know what we were doing. We’ve got years of experience and wanting behind us now.
"You're going to ruin me before the dawn breaks," I husk out.
"Get moving," she orders, rocking her hips into me as if wanting to devour my cock whole.
I do exactly as I’m told. I slide my length free until only the head of my cock is inside. Then I thrust into her again, watching her features slack and her mouth pop open, forming that perfect O. Her hand grips my shoulder.
"Harder, Ty!"
I pull out and slam into her once more.
A little cry escapes her lips.
I lose all control. Or maybe I never had any.
All my body knows is the brutal, punishing rhythm she's demanding of me.
I’m on a racetrack, chasing the ultimate high so I could give it to her.
The bed shakes and creaks, hits the wall. She laughs between her moans as she slides up the sheet from the force of my fucking.
I’m sweaty, and my mind isn’t quite right, but I have enough sense to scoot us both up the bed, gather some pillows, and prop them against the headboard before guiding her back to them.
Her hair cascades over her shoulders in a dark waterfall, and I can't resist running my fingers through those silky strands, tightening my grasp and yanking her head to the side.
"You're still as beautiful as ever," I breathe against her earlobe as I power into her with deep, rough strokes.
