“You alright?” His voice is soft, but with a hint of urgency to it.
I nod. “Yeah.” I close my eyes and take a second to let the feel of him inside me drive away my concerns. “Yeah, more than alright.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can hold still any longer.”
He slides out almost as slowly as he went in, then returns a little faster. Again, a little faster. And again. I spread wider, inviting him. Soon he’s thrusting in a regular rhythm, his tattoos dancing as he moves, while I writhe underneath him as his magnificent cock strokes me in all the right places.
We started out making love, but now he’s fucking me, and I love it. I crave it. Our moans mingle as our sweaty bodies mash against each other. He takes me, and I meet him stroke for stroke, his tight abs flexing and his hard ass thrusting, fucking me like a piston.
Then he pulls out, leaving me whimpering, his cock slick and still hard as steel. “Turn around. Get on all fours.”
In a daze, I obey, and as soon as I’m up, he grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed so he can stand behind me. The height is perfect, and he slides smoothly back into me, making me groan deep in my throat.
I wasn’t sure at first, but as soon as he reaches around and plays with my breast with one hand while he rubs my clit with the other I’m sold. He plays my body with the touch of a master, directing me exactly where he wants.
“Come for me, babe. Do it for me.” His husky voice is tight with need. He pounds into me, the fronts of his thighs smacking into the backs of mine while his fingers work overtime. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, floating like I’m in a barrel, the edge of the waterfall roaring in my ears. He claims me, and much as I try to hold off, I can’t.
I go over the falls.
Every muscle in my body clenches. My toes curl painfully and my back arches tightly as I come. I think my eyes are still open, but all I see is white as I shake beneath him. Tingles rush from my core to everywhere else in my shivering body. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Through all the quaking and groaning and tightening, he thrusts, driving wave after wave of pleasure through me. He’s going to kill me. I’ve never felt anything so powerful, so over the top crazy. I scream. I don’t know if we have any next door neighbors, but if we do they definitely know about us now and I can’t find it in me to care.
I’m only just coming down when his thrusts get even faster and his breath grows erratic. With a deep, throaty groan, he pushes himself deep and I feel him fill me with heat, pulsing inside me. A tiny voice in the back of my mind yells that I should be panicking right now, but I don’t hear it. Or I don’t understand it. I don’t know. All I know is that this is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt and I’m not about to let anything ruin it for me.
He finishes, and after one last pulse, he stops moving completely. For a moment, time stands still, then he collapses to my side, pulling me with him so we land in a spooning position. He never even slips out, holding me close.
And that’s how we fall asleep.
Chapter 23: Gavin
My brain feels like I woke up in a zombie marching band apocalypse. Head pounding, stomach churning, mouth like sandpaper, and I can’t feel my fingers. I try to roll over, but my arm’s trapped by a soft, sleeping body. Curled into me, Angie’s still fast asleep, and when I move it’s like she senses it even in her sleep and inches closer until her face nuzzles my chest.
Holy fucking shit.
Little Miss Principles. The girl who wouldn’t give me the time of day. The girl who said right to my face that she wouldn’t even if I was the last man on the Earth. Sleeping in my arms. Well, if that’s not a victory, I don’t know what is.
Not just once, either. Once more in the middle of the night, and then again only a couple of hours ago. I know it must have been her first time, but once she let herself give in, she turned into a fucking wild cat. She damn near wore me out, which I’m never going to tell her, because I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
But right now, when she’s not busting my balls, she’s adorable. Who am I kidding? Even when she’s chewing me out, she’s cute as hell. I don’t know what it is about her. At first it was my pride. Hunting down the one who ran away. But, fuck, I love the way she challenges me, and she might deny it, but she enjoys it too.
Now? I don’t have a fucking clue, but my victory doesn’t feel like one. I’m not ready for our game to be over. Letting out a soft breath, I brush a lock of silky hair out of her face. I’m not used to not wanting to let go. Fortunately, we have some honeymoon left to screw it out of our systems. That should be enough.