Page 39 of Wild Rush Of Love
“Yes.” Her heels dug into the back of his thighs and her hands curled around his shoulders, nails digging in and scoring his skin as she thrust up into him. “Move, dammit.”
Grinding his teeth until his jaw ached, Rush held back, his arms trembling where they supported him above her. “Did I hurt you? Am I hurting you?”
“No. You’re bigger. Fatter. Longer. But it doesn’t hurt in a bad way. Please, Rush. I need.” Her pussy fluttered, his dick throbbing with responding need. “Dammit.” She thumped a fist on his shoulder. “Fuck me.”
Rush could only take her at her word. Had to trust she was telling him the truth. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her but there was no way he couldn’t give her what she asked for. Whathewanted.
With control he couldn’t believe he still held, he began thrusting in slow, easy strokes. Dragging his pulsing length out and pushing back in with long, deep drives that had him clenching every muscle and trying not to come.
It didn’t help that her walls continued to contract and release as her vibrator-delivered orgasm lingered.
He needed her to come again. Wanted to feel her slick heat gripping him hard. Tilting his hips, he changed the angle of penetration and hit nirvana.
Reena jolted beneath him, a cry of pleasure ripping from her on a gasping breath. He did it again and felt her buck under him.
Her flesh quivered, the wetness surrounding him growing slicker with each plunge.
The sexy moans and whimpers gurgling in her throat told him she was close, and those pleasure-filled sounds dragged him closer to the edge with her.
They were the same sounds that had sent him diving between her legs when she’d fucked herself with the vibrator.
The memory of her wild abandon added to the reality of experiencing it under him, sent tingling heat straight to his balls.
Fuck. Too close.
He needed Reena with him.
Tipping to the side, he leaned on one arm and reached between them with the other in search of her clit.
A stroke of his finger was all it took to send her soaring with a high-pitched scream.
She clamped down, trapping his cock inside the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever fucked. Her internal muscles rolled from root to tip in a wave of suctioning bliss that shoved him right into oblivion with her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Pantingbreath filled her ear and Rush’s weight pressed her into the bed while her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy squeezed tight around his cock.
Wow. That was…was…Wow.
She’d been right. A real cock was entirely different to a plastic one. It was warm for a start. And softer somehow; in spite of being erect—hard—there was give to it.
After a year of using her vibrator with pleasing results, Rush had just blow all satisfaction and expectations right out of the water.
There was no way she was going back to the mediocre orgasms delivered by a fake penis.
“Worth the wait,” she mumbled, her mouth dry, her throat constricted. “Soworth it.”
“Huh?” Rush shifted, his pulsing flesh—still buried deep—shifting with him, sending little flutters of pleasure through her lower belly. “I’m crushing you.”
She tightened her arms and legs around him. “No, you’re not.”
“Reena.” He tried to pull away but she held on.
“You’re not.”
She didn’t want to let him go yet. Didn’t want the wonderful feelings skipping around her body to go away. Not before she’d had time to memorize them. Carve every single one of them into her brain so she never forgot how amazing it was to be fucked by him. Then again, they could just…
“We need to do that again.”
