“I want you bare. I want to feel every single bit of you,” I confessed.
She blew out a breath as I got deeper. “It’s a lot,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut.
I kissed her cheeks and forehead, raining kisses down on her closed eyelids. I captured her lips as I pierced the still intact barrier of her innocence. My Chloe, untouched after all this time, despite looking like a poolside pin-up? I was the luckiest bastard in the world, and I’d never forget it. This woman was made for me, and it would be my privilege and honor to take care of her until the end of our days.
“Are you all the way in?” she demanded, hitting my shoulder and looking angry. “Why can’t you be normal-sized? Does everything about you have to be big?”
I couldn’t stop the laughter blossoming in my chest. Jesus. I was balls deep in this woman, and she was making me laugh. I’d never felt so connected to someone, so comfortable or happy.
“I’m in, sweetheart, in deep,” I murmured before starting to move. “Now the pain part is over, let me make you feel good.”
“Big promises considering you just impaled me with a lethal weapon,” Chloe muttered, making me laugh all the more. “Stop laughing!”
Her indignant protest only made me chuckle more. “Stop being so funny and adorable.”
I changed angles to brush her clit with my public bone and made her gasp. She liked that.
“Impossible. I’ll always be adorable,” Chloe muttered, biting her lip and groaning as I rotated my hips, rubbing her in all the right places.
She whimpered when I worked a hand between us and found her clit, bracing myself on one arm to give my hand space to work her.
“Yes, you will. You’ll always be adorable and mine.” My words were a rhythmic chant as I found a pace she liked, rubbing her clit while sinking my hips in and out with long, languid movements.
Chloe arched her back, bringing me deeper, and I knew the pain had gone now. I moved faster, needing more of her, and her nails sank into my back.
“Ah, don’t stop… I think I’m going to—” She trailed off, still embarrassed by the word.
“Come?” I offered.
She moaned as I hit a particularly good spot inside her. “Yes, come! I think I’m going to come, Rhett.”
“Good girl. You come for me, sweetheart, and don’t be shy about asking me for anything you want,” I was pounding into her now, rubbing her clit frantically as sweat beaded on my chest.
Chloe held on, bringing her hips up to meet me every step of the way. “Anything?” she murmured.
“Anything. If you want to be put across my knee like a naughty girl, just ask. If you want to sit in my desk chair and come all over my face, let me know. You want me to take you from behind and stick a finger in your ass at the same time, I’m here. Whatever you want, whenever you want, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ll always be here. You’ll never be rid of me. You’re my fucking dream and my obsession.”
I was getting close. I couldn't last much longer. Everything was driving me toward a peak that promised to be earthshattering, but I wouldn’t go over it before Chloe.
“It's time to come now, baby. I want you to come with me inside you,” I grunted, gritting my teeth and holding on until I felt her muscles fluttering madly around me.
She cried out, a rough, pained cry of unbridled pleasure. I matched her, growling her name against her neck as my release pumped into her. I came for an endless amount of time, filling Chloe up, staking my claim, writing my possession of this woman inside her most secret, sacred place.
Only when she lost all tension and melted into a puddle on the mattress did I pull out of her and cradle her close. She sighed and nestled her head on my shoulder, sending the scent of her hair and coconut shampoo right up my nose and into my heart.
“I’m not well versed in all this, as you know, but should I be making an excuse to leave gracefully before you kick me out?” Chloe said suddenly, shattering my peace completely.
I tightened my arms around her. “Don’t you dare. I won’t allow it. Try to leave and see what happens,” I muttered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Why, what would happen?” Chloe giggled, giving me a wicked look.
“I’d have to drag you back over my shoulder and make sure you couldn’t walk after the next time. Don’t run away from me, Chloe,” I said quietly, dropping the teasing note in my voice. “Not now I’ve found you.”