She pulls me away from her breasts, and I take her mouth in a kiss that's almost as feral as my need for her. Thick, hammering passion beats down on my back, and I take her like a savage. I know I should be tender and I should slow down, but I can't hold back anymore.
"Harder," she moans in my ear, and sweet fucking Christ, it's like she's been made for me.
I thrust harder, letting our bodies meet their primal needs. To love, to fuck, to breed. I want to get inside her so deep that I never leave, and I want her skin to absorb my scent. I want the two of us to share one set of lungs and never take a breath without the other. The need is beating between us like a living thing, and she clings to me, begging me for more. Begging for what only I can give her.
She's saying my name and telling me she's close. Her orgasm is like a wildfire and she can't control it. I'm afraid if I go over with her, I'll be split in two, but I can't keep it together any longer. Her thighs grip my waist, and her nails drag down my back as she shouts her passion into the room. Her climax grips my cock, and I roar into the pillow as I release deep inside her.
It's the single greatest moment of my life, and I've never felt more connected to another person. It's as if our hearts combine in that moment and fuse into a bond that can never be broken.
We lock eyes as we both gasp for air, the two of us recognizing that this is bigger than we could have ever imagined. That what we had thought of as making love turned out to be the joining of souls. It's more powerful than anything I've ever felt, and there is no going back.
Our eye contact doesn't break as I slowly move inside her again. Tonight is the beginning of the rest of our lives, and I want to spend it making sweet passionate love to the woman under me.
I only pray that when she finds out my secrets, this will be enough to bind her to me.
Chapter Twenty
Paige
"OH, God." MY back arches off the bed. I want to be closer to Captain. Need my body as near to him as possible. I don't think, I react.
"Ryan," Captain corrects, growling against my pussy. His broad shoulders have my legs spread wide to give his massive size all the room he needs as he eats me. He devours my pleasure as if it was his own. The vibration of his voice rolls over my clit, making my orgasm push forward, wanting to break free. Captain knows this, but he pulls back. "Say it."
He likes to tease me. Maybe not tease exactly, but he likes to get what he wants. Long gone is the polite man who'd been holding back on me. When he took my virginity hours ago, something within him broke open. It's animalistic, and I find every part of it intoxicating. I love when he takes control over my body and does whatever he wants with it.
I release my grip on the bar of the headboard, my fingers going to his hair. I try to thrust my hips upward, wanting his mouth back on me. His hand grasps my hip, locking me into place. Why does that shit, his controlling nature, turn me on?
"I love you." I give him the words I know he wants. I've said them to him so many times throughout the night, he should be sick of it by now. But if he likes hearing me tell him that as much as I like when he says it, then I'm dead wrong. I could listen to him tell me he loves me over and over again and probably orgasm from only those words.
"All of it, kitten." I grip his hair tighter.
"I love you, Ryan."
"That's my girl," he says, before his mouth lands on my clit again. He sucks me in possessively, the pleasure exploding into an orgasm that I've been teetering on. It finally breaks free as I chant his name into the room, my whole body going lax.
He slowly crawls up, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. His morning stubble abrades my skin, and I'm sure I have his mark on every inch of me. When he reaches my mouth, he kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on him. The kiss turns soft and lazy as he moves his mouth against mine, then his body shifts over and settles against me. He pulls me tightly into his arms, and I close my eyes, smiling.
"Morning," he says in my ear.
"Hmm," is all I can muster in response. The man has worn me out more than any workout I've ever done in my life. And for the most part since last night, I've been on my back. He moves his hand from my hip, up my stomach, and then cups one breast. He can't stop touching me, but I can't keep my hands off him, either. I always want some part of me wrapped around him.
"My kitten is docile after a night of good lovin'."
His words only make me smile more. I am. I want to lie here all day. I'm relaxed and sore all over. But a good sore. Every time I move today, it will remind me of him and all the things we did last night. The passion that exploded between us that had been building up for years has finally detonates. No more walls or secrets. Everything came tumbling down last night. I bared myself to him, and it felt good. It was freeing to finally let someone really see me.