Page 29 of Beneath the Scars
So. Full.
Michael’s thickness is stretching my walls more than I ever thought possible. With slow strokes, he pushes further and further into me. There’s only a tiny pinch of pain, one I’m hardly even aware of, given the wet slide of his dick inside me.
Then his hips are pressing into my ass, and the base of his cock is grinding on my clit.
“Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it, Adalaide. That’s all of me.” He pulls back, and my entire body tightens to keep him exactly where he is. “Shit. Fuck, Adalaide. Don’t do that again, or this will all be over.”
The command in his voice makes me relax my muscles. If it were any other man, I’d tell him to fuck off, but when Michael uses that tone, I want to drop to my knees and crawl for him.
Every thought in my head evaporates as Michael begins a slow assault on every nerve ending in my body. With each thrust, he hits a spot so deep inside me I swear I feel it in my chest.
“You’re so goddamn tight, I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t.” I breathe. Our gazes clash, his dark stare making me inhale. I’ve never seen him look so intense. His entire attention is focused solely on me, and it’s a heady sensation.
Suddenly, Michael begins to move with reckless abandon. It sends my body soaring, waves of pleasure crashing through me until blackness creeps across my vision, and my muscles go slack from the all-consuming euphoria.
Minutes or hours later, I come to, Michael gently rubbing my back. I’m lying across his chest, my fingers entwined with his.
Every muscle in my body feels as if it weighs a hundred pounds. I twitch my ankles to find that Michael took off the spreader bar.
“How long have I been out?” I murmur, my lips skimming his chest. He has a smattering of chest hair that’s tickling my cheek. I like it.
“Only a few minutes.”
“I’ve never come so hard I passed out before.”
Michael chuckles. “It was rather intense, wasn’t it?”
I lift my head. “For you too?”
“More than words can express.”
His answer settles any insecurities trying to find purchase in my head. I lay my cheek against his chest again.
“Thank you, Adalaide.”
“What for?”
“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Oh. That’s easy. You’ve given me the same in return.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, squeezing me tighter against him.
“Do you need me to move? I’m sure we can’t sleep like this.”
“As much as I would love to hold you all night, no, we can’t. I brought you a lightweight sleeping bag and a blanket for myself.”
A small piece of me wonders if we’ll ever be able to sleep in the same bed without any barriers. I suppose it doesn’t matter in the end. I’d rather have Michael and never fall asleep in his arms than not have Michael at all.
“Okay.”
Michael runs his fingers across my scalp, being gentle with my curls. “Are you? Okay, that is.”
“I’ve never been better. I loved every single moment of tonight. It’s everything I hoped it would be. Well…I’m a bit sore. Okay, a lot sore, but I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
