“Wait. Yes.”
She needed more.
“Oh, fuck.”
One night would never be enough.
“Rhys. Oh my God.”
He was going to make her explode.
“Please. Please. Please.”
She was speaking unintelligible gibberish, but he knew exactly what she wanted. And Rhys was the man to give it to her. As he felt the woman beneath him quiver and shake as an orgasm rushed through her, he couldn’t help but smile. He pulled her hardened clit in between his lips, pulling tight as he sucked the sensitive flesh. Yes, he knew what this would do to her. That’s exactly what he was working toward.
Her total surrender.
Nothing else would be acceptable.
Using his lips and tongue, he took her to heaven, hell, and back again. His hands kneaded the soft flesh over her lower stomach. Moaning low in his throat, he knew the vibrations would only take her over the cliff that much quicker. Rhys felt her body freeze and tighten up around him as Hyacinth climaxed in a wave of liquid heat. Her essence flowed into his mouth, and he’d never tasted anything sweeter.
She was perfect for him.
He sucked up her essence, the proof of her pleasure, and removed his mouth from her pulsating mound. One finger pressed inside her quivering channel. She was still tantalizingly tight, but wet enough to accommodate him. Rhys knew he was quite thick. Some even said he was too big to fuck. For the right woman, he knew he would be the perfect size.
Not able to wait another minute longer, he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. Rising over her, he notched the head of his cock at her entrance. His eyes shifted to look at Hyacinth’s face and noticed that her chest was heaving with exertion, her mouth was open, and her eyes were half-mast as she stared at him.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Please, Rhys. I need it.”
He pushed gently inside, going slow so that he didn’t hurt her as he stretched her wide. The tightness of her pussy made him hiss in pleasure with a bite of pain. “So fucking tight. Damn, baby. You’re gonna make me never want to leave.” His eyes never left her face. He wanted to know what expressions she made as he slid inside her. “Fuck me, you’re made for me. You’re so goddamn perfect,” he groaned.
Once he was fully inside her, he stayed still for a few seconds. He wanted her to get used to his size. If he had to wait for her to be ready, he would do his best to do just that. This had to be good for her because he planned to be deep inside her all night. Leaving his bed wasn’t a choice for either of them. If they truly needed something, he would figure out another way to get it.
“Rhys, please. I need you to move,” she begged. Her eyes were wide open now, her hands resting on his ribcage, and her legs wrapped around his waist. This is how he wanted to see her every single night. This is where he belonged. In his woman’s arms.
He was no longer willing to wait to be with her the way he wanted. Why should he have to? He wanted her body to adjust so that he was the only one who fit. Pulling back slightly, he heard her hiss of pain. When he slammed back in, he smiled at her moan of pleasure. That’s the sound he wanted to hear. The moan of absolute submission. The unwavering knowledge that he was the one she made that sound for. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a sensual kiss as he pulled back and thrust again.
She whimpered into his mouth, and it made him hungry for more. By the end of the night, he wanted her screaming his name. Thrusting again, he sped up as he tried to reach depths inside of her body that no one else touched. Rhys wanted his dick to kiss her cervix. He wanted her to mark his back with the telltale signs of their lovemaking. The scratches would serve as a memory of their first night together.
Hyacinth was giving him exactly what he wanted. What he’d hoped for. A woman who could match his passion. Someone who would never push him away, but would only pull him closer. He’d waited for her and now that she was here, he would do everything in his power to keep her by his side. If given the chance, he’d love her for a thousand years. With every push inside her body, she became wetter. The sound of their lovemaking was loud in the room. Oh fuck, that was the gushy stuff he wanted. She tightened around him, almost strangling his dick with every downstroke.
Their kiss was wet and sloppy. Hyacinth was drunk from the ecstasy coursing through her body. She felt broken apart and rebuilt every time he tapped that special place inside her. She wanted to scream out her pleasure, but had no desire to break their kiss. Even as she struggled for breath, she didn’t want to sever their connection. When he lifted his head and began kissing the side of her neck, she could only grab him tighter.
She had a feeling he would be good in bed, but she had no idea he was a fucking sex God. As she felt another orgasm coming over her, she urged him to go faster.
“Faster. More. I’m going to come.” When he stopped moving and pulled out, she almost screamed.
“Turnover, sweetheart,” he demanded. Rhys wanted her on all fours. Some primal need inside him demanded that he take her from behind. Maybe he just wanted to see her ass jiggle as he pounded inside her body. He didn’t care why he needed her this way. He just did. Sliding back inside her body, he closed his eyes. “Yes. Just like that. Arch your back. Stick your ass up.” He looked down at the woman beneath him and moaned. He slammed against her harder. “Spread your legs a bit more, Cin. Let me get deep.”
Rhys needed to hear her scream his name. He couldn’t stop fucking her hard as her whimpers and moans became louder. He could hear her chant his name, which is what he’d been waiting for. He wanted—needed to release inside her. Fuck what anyone else would have to say. He knew she was his. All the other shit going on in their lives would be handled. Making sure this woman was by his side was everything to him.
He felt his cock pulse with the need to cum. Hoisting her body up, he pulled her back against his chest, pumping into her with every ounce of energy he had. There would be so much more for them to experience tonight, but this first time, was all about staking his claim on his woman and giving her his seed. The tingling sensation coursing through his body made him hiss.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna come inside you so fucking deep. I want you to take every fucking drop.”
One hand moved to massage the hardened nub between her legs, pushing her into another orgasm. His other hand gripped her face, turning her to him so he could capture her lips in a sensual kiss. As his release soared through him, their kiss intensified. He could feel her channel tighten around him and knew she was coming with him. The kiss continued long after their bodies slowed.