Wound Up(21)

                “Hold on, baby.” His words were strained, heavy, full of his own sensual need. Grabbing her behind the thighs, he lifted her and pinned her to the wall with his weight.

                The heat of his arousal branded her, left her gasping as she reached for him.

                “Arms around my neck.”

                She complied.

                He lifted her higher, tilting her hips to receive him.

                The broad head of his cock breached her outer folds and she whimpered. “More, damn it!”

                “I don’t want to hurt you.”

                “Do it,” she pleaded.

                With one hard thrust, he seated himself to the hilt. His mouth crushed hers, swallowing her shout.

                She’d known he was large, but being impaled by him was a whole different thing. Stretched farther than she would have guessed possible, pain and pleasure hovered together, shining bright and dark on ecstasy’s horizon. Then he began to move with slow thrusts. Aching, heavy heat burned in her pelvis. Using his neck as a fulcrum, she pulled herself forward and nipped his ear. “Harder.”

                His groan vibrated through his chest and into hers.

                She shivered.

                Fingers dug into her hips. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

                He pistoned in and out of her with sheer strength, using his hands to draw her off his shaft before driving home over and over.

                Sweat slicked her hold on him as she tried to pull herself onto him even harder. “Please,” she said on a moan. “I need...I need...”

                His hand slipped between them and, as she rode him, found her clit. First contact nearly threw her off his length when she jerked, but he tightened his grip on her hip and set up a rapid thrumming in time with his thrusts.

                In seconds, Grace felt the release roaring toward her. “Don’t stop!”

                “I’m with you, baby,” he said on heavy breaths.

                The spasm of orgasm started in her pelvis and spread. Then she came apart in his arms. Head thrown back, she took everything he had to give. Sensation overrode the last of her common sense and unintelligible sounds rose from her throat.

                He sank his teeth into the soft spot between her shoulder and neck, and she reveled in the raw, animalistic behavior. Justin’s entire body tensed and he groaned loudly as his thrusts became erratic. The pulse of his orgasm rolled through her. She reveled in the power of it, the power she wielded to make this beautiful man lose his control here, now.

                The breath sawed in and out of her lungs even as her muscles went limp.

                He pulled her free and let her slide down the wall until her feet hit the floor.

                When her knees buckled, he caught her with his whole body, pressing her into the wall.

                “Sorry,” he murmured into her hair.

                “You’re apologizing?” Her gasp was lost to laughter.

                “For mashing you against the wall. Nothing seems to be working right at the moment.”

                Fighting to regain her footing, she stood and wrapped her arms around him. His jacket smelled faintly of his cologne, and she took a moment to close her eyes and bury her face in that scent before sweeping up her pants.