Page 33 of Tight End
He didn’t give me time to answer. He scooped me up and carried me through the darkened penthouse to our bedroom. Moonlight poured over the bed as he laid me in the center, taking off his shoes and socks before following me down.
He leaned over me, bracing himself with one arm beside my head as the other traced the curve of my waist. His touch didn’t even feel sexual. It just…made me feel wanted.
I tugged him closer with a trembling breath. “Raiden.”
His forehead pressed to mine. His voice was a whisper. “I’ve got you, baby. All you have to do is tell me what you need.”
What I needed was him. The quiet certainty in every kiss that he wasn’t going anywhere. No matter what people said or what came next.
“Kiss me.”
His mouth found mine, and I tasted a hint of the champagne he’d sipped during the event. The stuff I loved but couldn’t have since I was pregnant.
I tugged at his tuxedo jacket, and he shrugged it off without breaking the kiss. My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons until I finally shoved the fabric open and spread my palms over the hard slabs of his chest, feeling his heart hammer under my touch.
“Need you,” I whispered against his lips.
“You have me, gorgeous. Always.”
He peeled my dress down my body, cool air hitting my skin. Then his mouth followed as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, across the tops of my breasts, and lingered over my belly. He pressed a reverent kiss just above my navel, and my eyes stung.
His hands slid under the lace of my bra, his thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks until they ached. I arched into him with a whimper. “Please.”
“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need.”
He yanked the cups down and took one puckered bud into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking and teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. “Yes.”
I felt him smile against my breast, and my fingers speared into his hair, holding him there until he moved to the other side. He lavished it with the same attention while I writhed beneath him.
He dragged my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Then his big hands hooked under my knees and spread me wide. I was already soaked, embarrassingly so, but he groaned like I was giving him a gift.
“Fuck, look at you.” He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing my legs farther apart. “So damn pretty, all wet and ready for me to devour.”
The first slow lick of his tongue had my hips bucking off the bed. He pinned me down with one forearm across my hips, careful of the placement so he didn’t press against my belly. Then he ate me with long, deliberate strokes, circling my clit and sucking it between his lips until my thighs shook. I flew apart, and he slid two fingers inside me to lengthen my release, curling just right, and I shattered even more, coming hard against his mouth.
“Yes! Oh yes! Raiden!”
He didn’t stop. He kept licking, gentler now, drawing out every aftershock until I was boneless and begging.
“Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.” He got to his knees and shoved his pants down just enough to free himself. “But feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock is even better.”
His dick was hot and heavy against my thigh, the blunt head already slick. He notched himself at my entrance and paused, his dark eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” His voice ragged. “Don’t wanna hurt?—”
“You’d never hurt me or the baby.” I dug my nails into his shoulders. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He pushed in agonizingly slow, stretching me open inch by thick inch. I was wetter than I’d ever been, but he was huge, and the pressure bordered on overwhelming. When he was halfway in, he stilled, letting me adjust, sweat beading on his brow with the effort of holding back.
I hooked my legs higher around his waist and rolled my hips. “More.”
A growl rumbled out of him. He sank the rest of the way in one smooth thrust, bottoming out, and we both groaned at the perfect fit.
“Fuck, baby.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “You always feel so damn good.”
Then he started to move. With slow, deep strokes at first, dragging over every sensitive spot inside me. My nails raked down his back, urging him on.
He picked up speed, his hips snapping so hard the headboard knocked against the wall with every thrust. One big hand slid between us, and his thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles until I was climbing again, faster this time.
