by Jenika Snow
“That’s it, Brea, take me all the way.” Breathing out the words, he continued to shove his shaft into her until the feel of his balls brushing against the curve of her ass had him stilling. Another squeeze of her inner muscles had him gripping her thighs and groaning. “You’re so hot and tight.” Eyes closed because he just didn’t have the strength to keep them open, he could smell her sweet arousal and hear the little sounds of need she made. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good. You won’t remember anything but the feeling of me inside of you.”
“Yes, Adrian. Yes.”
Bracing his knees apart and pushing her legs as wide as they’d go, he pulled out slowly, feeling every ripple of her body contracting around him. When just the tip remained at her entrance, he pushed back in, agonizingly slow. The restraint it was taking him to go slow, to give her time to adjust to his body penetrating hers, was enough to make him go mad. When he felt her body become wetter, more responsive, he picked up his speed. His strokes were languid at first, but when he peeled his eyes open and stared down at her, splayed out before him like an offering, he went fast.
Her breasts were beautiful, full and tipped with rose-colored nipples. The tissue was tight, pointing straight up as if seeking his mouth. He wanted to draw them into his mouth, suck on them until she came from the act alone. His imagination spurred him on and he found himself pushing into her with faster, harder strokes. She didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she urged him to give her more. Her breasts swayed with his thrusting, and her creamy skin became flushed. Already her eyes were half-lidded, and when he saw them start to close he slowed.
“Look at me, Brea. Watch me as I take you, as we give each other pleasure.” When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he rewarded her by moving fast once again. “Touch your breasts for me.” She was beautiful, inside and out, but he knew she didn’t see herself as such. The uncertainty came out of her like a punch in the gut. After a moment of hesitation, she brought her slender hands up to cup her breasts. Fuck. The sight had his orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“Yes,” she moaned as she cupped her tits harder, rubbing her fingers over the tight nipples. “I’m so close.” Her eyes were wide as she said it. He needed to hear her cry out his name, needed to feel her pussy clench around him, milking his shaft until he came inside of her.
Throwing his hips at her harder, faster, he felt sweat make a slow trickle down his spine. He slid his hand down her belly, over her defined hips, and ran his thumb along her swollen clit. Just that small touch had her back arching and her thighs clamping tightly around him as her orgasm slammed into her.
“Oh. My. God.” He didn’t relent on rubbing her clit or pumping his cock into her. Her tender flesh rippled around him and he groaned as his climax approached.
“Brea…” Rubbing her clit faster and adding a little more pressure, he pumped his cock into her once, twice, and stilled on the third. “Ah…Christ.” He came so hard he couldn’t breathe. The world around him faded just as he felt Brea orgasm again. Her hands gripped his forearms. Her nails biting into his flesh made him growl in approval. “Yes.” Hissing under his breath, he heaved and collapsed on her, making sure to brace his weight on his elbows.
Heavy pants came out of her and coasted against his neck. “God, Brea. That was…” Could he even find words to describe that?
“Wow.”
He chuckled at her breathless response. “Yeah, something like that.” Kissing her temple, he pulled out of her with a wince. All he wanted to do was lie beside her until they both came back to the world, but he needed to clean her. Slipping from the bed, he removed the condom and grabbed a warm, wet washrag from the bathroom. Just as he turned to go back to her, he stopped and enjoyed the sight of her. She lay in the center of the bed, her glorious nude body flushed and dots of perspiration covering it. Her eyes were closed but a small smile graced her swollen lips. He could have stood there all night and just stared at her, but then she opened her eyes and looked at him. A sleepy expression made an appearance and then she crooked her finger at him.
Holy fuck. Does this woman know she can bring me to my very knees?
He took his place beside her again and gently eased her knees apart to run the washrag along her folds. He knew she was tender. Hell, he felt like he had been an animal with her. “Are you sore?”
“Mmmm. Yes, but in a good way.” Her eyes had since closed again. Silence descended on them but he didn’t break it. It was comforting just lying beside her, holding her, looking at her, knowing she was right here with him. He let his eyes travel down her body. She was thin, too thin if he was being honest. He didn’t think she was eating enough and that caused his chest to ache. Despite her thin frame, her breasts were full, a nice handful. He lifted his hand, not being able to stop himself from running his fingers over the underside of one of the firm, soft mounds. A smile touched her lips and a hum of approval left her.
“Like that, pretty girl?” Her lips lifted in a smile. Her long, blonde lashes lay along her alabaster cheeks, like crescent moons. When she opened her eyes the blue was deep and clear.
“I like everything you do to me.”
He grew bolder by her statement. Cupping her breast, he loved how the full weight felt in his palm. Thumb brushing along the turgid peak, he watched in awe as it tightened up further, the color deepening.
“That feels nice.”
“Yeah, it does.” His mouth watered at the sight and he leaned in, bringing his mouth over the tip and sucking it in deep. Her skin tasted slightly salty from their lovemaking, but there was a hint of sweetness that had his cock hardening once again. “I could take you again, Brea. Right now.” He didn’t know why he said that. No doubt she was sore, but to his surprise she purred and her smile became seductive.
“I thought a man only had it in him once.”
That was true in most cases, but with her, he could go all night. The very thought that she would let him inside her body again had him painfully aroused.
“I’m wet for you again, Adrian.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and he growled. She didn’t know how her soft-spoken words could have him falling to his knees and giving her whatever she wanted. “Touch me. Down here.” Her hand covered his that cupped her breasts. She interlinked their fingers. Taking the lead, she slid their intertwined fingers across her ribs, over her hip bones, and placed them over her scorching-hot pussy. Her mouth opened slightly and he heard the air saw in and out of her as he moved her moisture around. She let go of his hand and thrust her hips up at him.
“I’ve never spoken so bluntly with a man before. I don’t know if I’m doing it right. If I’m pleasing you.” The anguish in her voice broke his damn heart.
“Hey.” Rising up so that he could look down at her, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. “Everything you do pleases me. Your sweet voice, your intoxicating smell, your luscious body. Everything about you pleases me to no end.” He used his finger to slip into her folds, running the digit up and down and having her arch into his chest. The feel of her soft body against his was fuel to the fire burning deep within him. His hand swept under her leg and brought it up and over his hip. A small noise escaped her and he knew it was because she was spread open to him.
“You make me feel…vulnerable.” Big blue eyes stared at him. Her words were spoken softly, but they held so much emotion that it was as if she had shouted in the room. When he slipped his finger into her, eyes still locked together, he felt her inner muscles clench in response.
“If only you knew.” The words were on the tip of his tongue, three little words that didn’t seem like they truly expressed how he felt. It didn’t matter that their time together had been so short. The feelings she conjured inside of him hit him harder than anything had in a long time. There was no way he could ignore them, no way he would. It was a fierce and raw hunger for her that made him mindless. If he uttered “I love you,” there was no doubt in
his mind she would bolt, and not being with her was not an option. He needed to go slow with her, let her take control, let her know that she held all the cards.
Her body was tight, hot, and wet, and when he fucked her with his finger the only thing he could think about was feeling her around his cock. They moved in at the same time, their lips pressing together as her body started to slowly rock back and forth on his thrusting finger. Their movements were lazy, but he was in no rush. They had all night.
Chapter Thirteen
It felt so good. Better than anything Brea had ever felt. Adrian continued to push his finger into her, and before she knew it he added a second. The fullness of those digits didn’t hold a candle to what it felt like to be filled with his shaft. Just like the rest of his body, Adrian’s cock was big and thick, with heavy veins lining it and a wide head that hit just the right spot inside of her. There had been a slight discomfort when he had completely been inside of her, but there wasn’t the pain that had accompanied intercourse like there had been with Cameron.
“Oh God, right there. Right there.” The way he twisted his fingers hit the inflamed, sensitive tissue inside of her. Warmth spread throughout her as he shoved his fingers in her deeper, harder. “Yes.” A hiss of air escaped her when his thumb started rubbing circles around her clit. Embarrassment should have flooded her at how she was fucking herself on his fingers, throwing her hips up and down, bringing herself closer and closer to coming again. His fingers and thumb were relentless as they teased her, tantalized her, and made her cry out his name as pleasure wracked her body.
“That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my hand, Brea.” Hot, humid breath slid across her cheek and she searched for the source, slamming her mouth against his and kissing him as she rode out the ecstasy.
When the last tremor went through her body, she sagged against his chest, feeling the drying sweat that coated his smooth flesh. Without thinking, just acting on her desire as his fingers continued to gently stroke her, she pressed openmouthed kisses along his pectoral. She traced a dark, curving line of ink with her tongue, tasting the saltiness and dark flavor that coated his skin.
“God, Brea,” he said as his hands speared into her hair, bringing her closer. His erection was hot and hard against her mound and she was surprised that he could get aroused so quickly. “Ride me, sweetheart.” Cupping the side of her head, he tilted her so she could look at him. “Take control. Take what you need from me.” Fear took her in a stranglehold at his words. He stared at her so deeply, his words telling her exactly what she needed to hear. Never had she been in control, and here was this man, physically superior to her, giving her all of the control. She would be the one that held the power. Could she do it? Give up the only identity she had known for all those years? She had given Cameron so much of herself, let him be demanding and take control of her. He had hurt her, mentally and physically, degraded her, isolated her, and made her more like one of his possessions than the woman he claimed to love. Yet here was Adrian, clearly a very dominating man, submitting to her, giving the reins to her.
He moved away and there was an instant that she feared he had changed his mind, that he regretted submitting to a woman. All of her insecurities came back like a slap in the face and she held back her tears, refusing to let him see her that way. She went to move off the bed, not knowing how to feel about what was happening, but feeling Adrian’s big hand gently grab her hand.
“Hey, where are you going, pretty girl?”
“What?” That lone word was pitched low but she knew he heard her nonetheless.
“I know you aren’t just going to leave me. Not when we have only just gotten started.” A sexy grin spread across his face and he held up another square foil packet.
“You come prepared, don’t you?” She was only teasing, but a sheepish look crossed his face and he suddenly became uncomfortable. “I’m just teasing.”
He ran his hand over the back of his neck and brought his gaze back to hers. “Brea—”
She leaped toward him, throwing caution to the wind and going after what she wanted. Adrian. “Stop talking and kiss me.” He didn’t disappoint. Their mouths meshed together and his rough groan had her pussy clenching. He was still hard against her belly, and she spread her legs, loving how the thick length pressed between her cleft. She had never been so forward with what she wanted, especially not sexually. The times she had initiated anything with Cameron were when he ordered her to do it. There was no humiliation here, not with Adrian, not with his gentle caresses and softly murmured praises.
Bodies moving suggestively together, he gripped the back of her thighs, right where the crease of her ass was, and pulled her on top of him. This was all so new to her, but she wanted this first time of freedom to be experienced with him. His cock pressed between them, the stiff length moving along her belly all hot and velvet over steel. His hands stayed on her ass, gripping the flesh, squeezing the globes as if he couldn’t get enough. He must feel exactly how she did.
“Straddle me, baby.” Spreading her legs so that one was on each side of his waist, she gasped when he adjusted his shaft and his erection pressed against her sensitive pussy. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit as he slowly started lifting his hips. Their kiss didn’t break as he used his hold on her ass to rub her pussy along his length. There was no penetration but she could have easily gotten off from the sensuous glide of his length along her cleft. His movements brought her closer and closer to another orgasm she hadn’t thought she would be able to have so soon.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moved her faster over him while his hips kept rhythm. She was slick, so damn wet that she could feel it coat her inner thighs.
“Adrian.” His name was a low moan from her as her climax claimed her, taking her away and having her whole body igniting with pleasure. “That’s it. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
His erotic words had another series of tremors wracking her. Burying her head in his neck, she gasped from the intensity of it. It was all so good.
“Put the condom on me, baby.” His words were muffled by her hair, but Brea lifted her head and saw the foil packet in Adrian’s hand. He looked at her like he was starving for her. Although she had never done something that seemed so sensual, she definitely wanted to. Taking it from him, she tore it open and sat up. When she looked down at the thick, long flesh lying against his rippled abdomen, past his belly button, her mouth went dry. He had been inside of her. His impressive cock had been buried in her body, filling her, stretching her. She wanted that again.
Adrian gripped his shaft and held it for her. When she rolled the latex over his big penis, his body tensed and his breathing became fast and uneven. “I can’t take any more, pretty girl. I need to be in you. Take my cock and feed it inside of you.” His voice was so low, so rough that it had her vagina clenching, hard. This is me taking control.
She wrapped her hand around his erection, her heart beating fast when her thumb and middle finger couldn’t touch. Rising up, she placed the tip at the entrance of her body and started to lower herself. Adrian’s expression was almost pained as he watched her through slitted lids. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his girth and couldn’t help biting her lip to stop from moaning.
“Don’t hold it in. Don’t. I want to hear you so fucking bad.” Her body met his as she sank completely down on him. Their mutual groan filled the room. The feeling was intense and all encompassing. She placed her hands on his chest, bracing herself as she rose above him, his shaft sliding through her folds and causing the most torturous of pleasures.
The feel of his hands on her hips, gripping the flesh so tightly she felt completely possessed by him, had her growing bolder. When she slid back down his length she pressed her body harder against his, causing the very tip of him to hit the back of her. They both gasped at the feeling of him bottoming out in her. As if she couldn’t bear to hold her eyes open any longer, Brea let them close and started ris
ing and falling on his stiff cock. She was so wet, so incredibly soaked that there was no resistance as he slid in and out of her.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Take all of me.” Neck straining as he tilted his head back, Adrian looked like a man about to lose control. She wanted to be that woman that caused such a virile and powerful man to lose it.
Moving up and down on him harder and faster, she felt her clit hit the root of his shaft with every downstroke, felt herself climbing the ladder of arousal as everything around her started to turn black with her impending orgasm. “Oh…God…Yes.” The force of her climax had her slamming her pussy along his cock, riding out the storm that was crashing inside of her. She was vaguely aware of the grunts and growls emitting from Adrian, felt his fingers dig into her flesh harder, and then felt his shaft swell and lengthen inside of her with his own orgasm.
“Jesus, Brea!” His roar of completion rocked through the room, crashed through her, and had another orgasm churning within her. It was intense, just like him, just like the way he made her feel. His hips lifted, meeting her downstrokes until she couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand his dick rubbing along her oversensitized flesh.
“Fuck. I can feel your pussy clenching me, baby.” She forced her eyes open, stared down at the face of a man that had pushed every insecurity, every fear, every worry that had built inside of her, still making her a slave to Cameron, away.
The strength to hold herself up was lost and she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against her own. Neither of them spoke, and the silence was comforting. The hands that were gripping her hips slid along her sides and moved higher. It took her a moment to realize he was sliding his hands up and down her back and everything around her came crashing down around her. The post-euphoric feeling that she had just surrendered to was now a bleak, shameful feeling inside of her.