I push a finger inside her pussy, feeling how wet she is for me. “Della, you’re so ready,” I groan.
She moves her hips up, pressing herself into my hand. She sucks in a deep breath, her movements becoming erratic with the lust building up between us.
“I’ve never …” she tries to speak when a low moan builds up in a throat. “Ah. Carter.”
/> I rub my palm against her clit as I slip another finger inside her. She gasps sharply, her body tenses for a moment, and then a sweet tremble rocks her.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whisper. Because, shit, the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, then she brushes her cheek against mine, pressing soft kisses along my jaw.
I move my finger deeper inside of her, rubbing slow circles over her with my palm. She’s so damn tight. It’s going to feel like heaven to be inside of her.
She slides her hands to my sides and I take it as a good sign. I pull out slowly. When I thrust in, deeper this time, her body arches into mine. She wraps her arms around my waist, clinging tightly.
“Ow.” The one soft word makes me freeze.
“Ow, how?”
What the hell am I asking her?
“Uncomfortable.” She takes a deep breath. “Keep going.”
“We can stop.” I start to pull away, but Della grabs hold of my wrist. Her head falls back against the pillow.
“Don’t stop. I want this. Touch me, Carter.” She presses my hand harder against her, forcing me back inside her, and it’s so damn hot.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I move slowly, checking her reaction. When she pushes up against my hand, I relax. I start gently, sliding my finger deeper with every thrust. Her breathing starts to pick up and she tightens her grip on my wrist.
“Is that better, babe?”
“So good,” she breathes.
Her other hand finds its way along my abs, making a torturous path to my jeans. I feel her unbutton it and then the zipper goes next. She lets go of my wrist to yank my jeans away and pull my boxers back.
The second her fingertips brush the head of my erection, I almost come undone.
“Fucking hell, Della.” I bury my face in her hair.
Every muscle in my body tightens as she grips me. This is more than I could ever ask for.
She starts her slow assault on me, working her hand up and down the length of me. The faster I thrust my fingers in and out of her, the quicker she strokes me.
“Carter, I’m gonna …” she throws her head back. I know what she means. She has to stop or I’m going to come all over her.
I bring my other arm down between us and cover her hand, holding it still against me. Her body shudders, and when she opens her legs wider for me, I groan and quicken my pace.
“Ah, yes!”
She yanks her hands from my pants and covers my hand with both of hers, holding me to her as her breathing hitches. It’s the most beautiful sound ever. Her movements slow down, and her hips start to do an erotic grind against me, as she rides out her orgasm.
“Carter,” she whispers as the last of the trembles rakes through her body and I don’t care. I reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer.
I get rid of my pants and as I roll it over my cock, I drink in the sight of her flushed cheeks, and her hair splayed over the pillow all around her. I wish I could burn this image into my heart. I wish I could take this with me.
“I’ve never,” I choke up and Della must hear the emotion in my voice because her eyes snap open. A faint blush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks a perfect pink, God only knows what she’s thinking now.
“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my life,” I finish what I wanted to say.