by Cara Thereon
“Not yet.” His fingers left her body, and the quick rustle of clothing and foil filled her ears. “I want to feel you come around me.”
And then he was there. Not easing forward, but spearing her deep, and stealing her breath. His length seemed to stretch her wide as it sank into her, setting off shockwaves that raced up her spine and spilled from her lips. She felt full, unbelievably full of him. Hooking her legs around his hips allowed him to slip deeper. She focused on his face; his eyes closed tight as he seemed to savor the way her body held his.
The tight grip on her wrists relaxed, and she pulled his face down to hers. This kiss was slow, but full of the desperate longing they both felt in that moment.
“Shit. You’re so wet, so damn tight.” He buried his face in her neck, his breath a heaving pant on her skin. “I just want to stay like this.”
Kat felt the pulse of him inside of her and it made her rock against him. She flexed and squeezed until he groaned. That groan made her smile, but her smile died when the heavy weight of him withdrew and then surged back it. It was glorious, that empty feeling and the quick rush of him filling her back up felt glorious.
“Yes.” Her hands clenched in his hair. Tighter every time he withdrew, her fingernails dug into his scalp. He swiveled his hips as he thrust in and she felt like she was going to explode. The way he drove into her, pushed her into the metal beneath her, claimed her body so completely did something wild to her.
“Come on, baby.” His teeth grazed along her neck. “Let me feel you let go. Let me feel you gripping me tight.”
Ian’s husky words broke her, sent her right over the edge. Sightless, Kat soared as awesome sensations danced along her skin, rippled through her as she clenched around him. If she weren’t anchored by the weight of his body, she would have sworn she could fly away.
The steady rhythm he kept fell away as she continued to crest. His hips snapped wildly before he froze above her, and with a low groan, came. Even with the condom between them, Kat gloried in the warmth of him as he let go. She imagined how he’d feel bathing her with his essence before it slipped down her thighs. That thought had her coming around him again.
They hung together in that moment, then he relaxed heavy on top of her. Her senses returned slowly and she looked up at the bright blue sky. It was almost surreal, but she didn’t feel the usual guilt that dogged her.
She turned her head to find him staring at her, a stark expression on his face. His lashes dropped like dark curtains over his eyes, hiding his secrets from her. When he opened them again, they were warm but unreadable. Kat found she wanted to dive into his eyes and figure out his secrets.
“Where are you going next?” The words whispered over her like a breeze, saying so much without saying anything at all.
“I’m headed wherever the road takes me. For now the next town will do.”
He smiled at her, his hand lingering on her thigh. “I’m going that way, let me take you.”