The denim of his jeans was rough against her delicate flesh, even through her underwear, but it felt too good to want to stop. She wanted more, harder, faster. Her tongue sparred eagerly with his as she bucked into his thrusts, the tension building inside of her tightening a little more each time they connected. Tighter, tighter, until she was gasping for breath between kisses, the world was spinning, and she was seconds away from coming without penetration, without his hand between her legs, without anything but the two of them dry-humping like teenagers.
“Yes, please,” she begged as she neared the edge, fingernails digging into the sweat-damp flesh of his back. She was seconds away from shattering into a thousand beautiful pieces when he pressed a kiss to the skin just beneath her ear and pulled away.
“No, please, I… Oh, yes…” Her protest became a moan of pleasure as Robert’s hand slipped down the front of her panties and his thick fingers drove inside where she was slick and aching.
He wasn’t gentle, but she was so wet she didn’t care. She relished the firm way he handled her, driving into her with long, demanding strokes, pushing deeper, harder, until he hit that place inside of her that sent her desire spiraling even higher. She cried out and he made a wild, hungry sound in response that made her blood pressure spike and the world spin.
“I love the sounds you make,” he growled against her neck, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it. “I love the way you’re dripping all over my hand. I can’t wait to make you come so hard you forget anyone ever fucked you but me.”
Marisol made a desperate mewling sound, clinging to him as his tempo between her legs increased, shamelessly grinding against his hand, knowing he wouldn’t judge her, that he only wanted to make her feel good, beautiful, worthy of the pleasure he wanted to give her.
“Are you going to come for me, Marisol?” he asked, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in assured circles as his fingers continued to drive inside her. “I want you to come on my hand before I fuck you with my tongue. But you’d better hurry because I can’t wait to taste you, I want my tongue so deep in your pussy I can’t—”
She called out his name as she came apart, unraveling in his arms until there was nothing left of her, nothing but bits and pieces and scraps of the woman she’d been before he’d laid claim to her. She knew she would never be the same, even before Robert stripped her panties down her legs and spread her wide. Before he claimed her mouth in another savage, penetrating kiss. Before he abandoned her with one last drag of his teeth across her lower lip and kissed his way down her body.
She knew before he licked and teased and tasted her. Before he made her come apart a second time with his wicked tongue, leaving her gasping for breath, dizzy, outside herself and beyond herself, as drunk on him as any tumbler of scotch she’d ever tossed back at the end of a long, hard night.
“Oh please, please,” she begged in a breathy voice as he kissed his way back from between her legs, ready to lie down at his feet and beg him to fuck her if that’s what it took. Not even two mind-bending orgasms were enough to kill her craving for more of him, every inch of his burning length filling her where she ached so badly her flesh felt bruised with pleasure.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked, his lips moving against her neck as his fingers trailed idly up and down the trembling flesh of her inner thighs.
“Yes,” she said, moaning when she heard the buttons pop free on his jeans. “Please!”
“I’m dying to,” he said, holding her gaze as he stripped off his jeans and boxer shorts. “You have no idea how much I want to be inside you, but I’m going to need a promise from you first.”
Marisol nodded, language abandoning her as her eyes dropped to the long, turgid length between his legs. He was so hard that veins stood out beneath the surface of his skin and liquid seeped from his tip. He was beautiful, so erotically perfect she couldn’t imagine ever seeing a cock this pretty again. But he also looked like he was suffering, though you wouldn’t know it from the casual way he reached into the duffel bag near his feet and pulled out a condom.
“I need you to promise me that you won’t be afraid,” he said, nailing her with an intense look as he ripped open the foil with his teeth. “Not when it comes time for our clothes to come off.”
Marisol fought to catch her breath as she watched him slowly roll the condom down his erection, desperately wishing it were her hands on him. She needed to touch him, to feel the evidence of his desire to know this wasn’t a dream. She needed him to take her, hard and fast and deep, until she cried out in pleasure-pain. She wanted to hurt just a little, to be fucked so well that every movement for the next day or two would remind her of this moment.
She wanted him, Robert, and right now she’d promise her soul to the devil if it meant he would be inside her one second sooner.
“Yes, I promise,” she said, reaching for him. “Please.”
He came into her arms, bracing his forearms on either side of her head as he kissed her with a single-minded focus that made her squirm, but he didn’t push inside her, and when he pulled away, he was still looking at her with that same staring-straight-into-her-soul look.
“I’m serious,” he said. “We can worry and fight outside the bedroom, but when we’re together like this, you need to understand that I would never hurt you. I would never take you to bed for any reason other than to make you feel good.”
“I know that,” Marisol said, and suddenly she did, knew there was no room for fear in this sacred space they made together.
“Good, because I’m going to lose control with you, sooner or later,” Robert said, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose as his fingers captured her nipple and pinched the erect flesh hard enough to make her suck in a surprised breath. “I want you too much to hold back, and I might not always be gentle, but I’ll never hurt you. I swear that to you.”
“I believe you,” Marisol said, needing him so much she felt she would die if she didn’t have him soon. She reached between them, teasing her fingers over the condom-covered length of him before dipping her hand lower to cup his heavy balls in her hand. “Now, please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
He answered her by positioning himself at her aching entrance and gliding into her with one long, slow movement that drew a sigh of satisfaction from the bottom of her soul. He was thicker than any man she’d been with, and she’d expected at least some discomfort at first, but she was so wet he slid inside like they were made to be a perfect fit. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her nails dug into the warm flesh of his lower back, and her entire body sent up a choir song of pleasure in perfect harmony as he speared through her aroused flesh. He drove in and in until it felt like there was no more room, but with a last shove of his hips, he found the extra inch at the end of her, burying himself to the hilt with a groan of satisfaction, filling her so perfectly she couldn’t believe she’d thought any man but this one would do.
She had a fleeting thought that they were like Cinderella and the glass slipper, but then Robert began to thrust inside her and all thoughts of fairytales fled her mind, replaced by happy endings of a more carnal variety.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Bubba tried to slow down,to remember the rock beneath Marisol’s back, and how tight she’d been when he’d first pushed inside her. He tried to remember that it was their first time together and that he didn’t want to go too far too fast, but by the time Marisol dug her teeth into his bicep as she came, biting down hard enough to make him cry out in the sweetest pain he’d felt in years, he was too far gone to think of anything but fucking her with all the hunger flooding every cell of his body.
With a wild sound, he pulled back, withdrawing from her tight heat just long enough to flip her over onto her stomach. Immediately, she arched her back and spread her legs, offering herself to him in an unguarded, primal way that was almost enough to undo him.
He’d known it would be like this with her, that it would be wild and raw and so hot it was a fucking miracle he hadn’t come ten minutes ago. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a lover—beautiful, passionate, shameless, and sexy as hell. He knew with a visceral certainty that he’d been forever ruined for other women. He knew it, even before he slid back inside her and was greeted with a firm shove of her hips as she ground against him, urging him on, giving him permission to take her harder, faster, until they were slamming together and his balls felt like they were going to explode.
Flesh and bone began to ache as they neared the edge and Marisol’s beautiful ass rippled with the force of their connection, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted more. He wanted to ride the edge of pain until the very end because he knew the pain was going to make the pleasure that much sweeter.