When the peak finally receded, her head was down on the bed and his thrusts had gentled. If possible, he felt even bigger and hotter than he had the first time he’d fucked her.
“Did you come good, sweetheart?” he asked in a gravelly voice as she rose back up to her hands and knees and braced her hands on the covers.
His tender tone, so unlike his rough fucking, brought tears to her eyes.
“Yes,” she whimpered, aware of how wet she was for him as he picked up his pace a little.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I came here intending to take this slow with you. Show you I could be more like James. I could be that guy for you. You bring out the beast in me, Leah.”
“I…I think I like that beast,” she whispered, her jaw dropping as his thrusts increased.
“What?” he asked softly.
“I love the beast, Vincent. Fuck me like an animal. Right now.” She arched her back and ground her hips against him, enticing him with her display until he growled and climbed up on the bed with her, and still joined with her, he forced her to the head of the bed.
“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go.”
She spread her legs a little wider for him and her pussy muscles clenched as he slid the vibrator back into place next to her clit. He began pumping hard, showing no mercy. The tension and pleasure drew into a tight knot inside of her and she cried out when the knowing sensation that preceded an orgasm shimmered through her.
“Yes! I’m coming! Don’t stop!”
The knot grew tighter and tighter as she begged over and over again. She thought her head might explode as he pushed her further up the precipice.
He seemed to grow even bigger, hotter, and harder. “So fucking tight, fluff! I love watching your sweet little cunt take my cock. Woman, I love you so much!”
Her breath hitched at his words and the orgasm struck like lightning as her cunt fisted his plowing cock until she could barely breathe. She rode each wave of pleasure until her arms went limp and he caught her against his chest before she face-planted into the headboard.
Wrapping his arms around her, Vincent held her and kissed her neck as he whispered, “I love you, Leah. God help me, I love you so much.”
She was still breathing hard as she said, “I love you, too. But let me tell you…when I can think straight, you are in big trouble, mister.”
A halfhearted chuckle and then a soft curse reached her ears as he gently pulled from her but her brain was already shutting down. Moments later, she was barely aware as he brought a warm washcloth to the bed and cleaned her up. Then the bed jostled as he climbed in and spooned her from behind.
“We need to talk, doll. I need to tell you something—”
“Give me a minute,” she said, squeezing his hand. She could barely even think at the moment, much less have a coherent conversation. He held her close and kissed the back of her head. His chuckle was the last thing she heard for a while.
It wasn’t the soft chime sounding from nearby or any other noise that roused her from sleep. What finally awakened her enough to open her eyes was the gentle, callused hand that stroked her bare back. It had been months since she’d been awakened by anything besides a nightmare.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Vincent murmured in a cajoling voice before pressing a soft kiss to her head. She turned toward his warmth and breathed in his spicy, clean scent. He’d already taken a shower and was even dressed, she noticed, as she reached out to touch him.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. The room was still dark but she could make him in out in the weak light flickering from the candle. Regret surfaced when she remembered he’d said they needed to talk.
“I’m sorry I passed out on you like that. You have to go now?” The clock on the bedside table read three thirty.
She sat up and moved toward him and he gathered her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. For several seconds he just held her silently, breathing in slow and deep. The simple gesture made her warm, and she slid a hand up past his ear and into his short dark hair, holding him close to her, letting him know she wished he could stay longer. Her pussy tingled as thoughts of the night before flooded her memory and she wasn’t surprised when hot moisture wet her inner thighs.
Finally he said, “If I leave in the next ten minutes and eat breakfast on the road and don’t encounter any holdups, I can make it in to work for my shift without being late.”
“You said we needed to talk. I’ll be home tonight. We can talk then.”
He chuckled and said, “Yeah, and by then you’ll have had a chance to work up a good head of steam, too.” He kissed the top of her head after he said it.