It might kill me. All I could think about was being balls deep inside her and knocking the bottom out until she cried. But I was willing to try, because I’d rather kill myself than hurt her.
She was a virgin on birth control, and I hadn’t been with anyone in almost a year. Condoms were the last thing on my mind. I needed to feel her bare.
I rocked my hips, the same way I did when we played, sliding it between her folds, soaking it in her wetness. And fuck, she was wet.
“Tell me if it hurts.” And then I grabbed her hands, lacing her fingers in mine, as I eased inside her tight cunt.
She squeezed my hands as her eyes pinched shut.
“You want me to stop?”
She shook her head, then opened her eyes and gave me this look that pierced my fucking soul.
“That’s my girl. Keep looking at me.”
Her legs spread wider as I pushed in deeper. I knew the second the Magic Cross hit her in all the right places. Her mouth fell open, and her walls clenched around me. Fuck. Yes.
“Lincoln.” Her breath was short and heavy. “Fuck. Jesus. Fuck.”
My heart thrashed around in my chest and sweat beaded along my spine. She squeezed my hands, and I squeezed hers right back. It took every ounce of willpower not to pound into her the way I wanted to, the way Ineededto.
And then she did it. She pushed her hips off the bed and started fucking me back from the goddamn bottom. Christ.
The switch flipped.
I broke.
I let go of her hands and grabbed a fistful of her hair, tipping her head back and letting my teeth graze her throat. And I fucked her. Hard. Thrusting into her with a vengeance until sweat stung my eyes and my lungs burned.
Her hands gripped the comforter, and her back arched off the bed. “Oh shit. Oh my god.”
I reached between our bodies and rubbed her clit. “Let it go, Songbird. Sing for me.”
And she did. She came apart all over my fucking cock. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.