Page 14 of Undone
He stopped completely, only an inch inside of me. I wriggled, trying to dislodge myself from the strange pressure as he tangled his fingers with my own and brought them to my hips. “Do you want me to stop?”
I breathed hard as I tried to adjust to the weird, stinging pressure. On one of my inhalations he snaked a hand between my body and the bed, fingers finding my clit and stroking.
“Oh.” Liquid heat pulsed between my legs, and as my arousal soared, the pressure from behind began to feel less painful and more like it had when it had just been his fingers. A dark tendril of need that was new to me came from the sensation, twining with the arousal from the stroking of my clit and making me gasp.
“Cari?” I hadn’t answered his question, but the yes I’d been leaning toward melted deliciously into a no.
“More.” It was all I could say, my body so completely overtaken by sensation. It stung a bit again as he started to move, pushing deeper, but the pain mixed so thoroughly with need that they became one and the same.
“Fuck.” He groaned when he’d fully seated himself inside of me, my muscles clenching him in a bear hug. “God, Cari. You’re so tight. So fucking tight that I’m not going to last long.”
“Good.” Deliberately, I tightened around him, forcing a choked moan from deep in his chest. He growled with warning, and I did it again.
He started to move, pulling back, his passage eased by the slickness of the lotion, and I purred with satisfaction at the sounds coming from his mouth.
I wanted him as wrecked as I was. Wanted him drunk on what my body could do to him.
The fingers of one of his hands grasped my hip so tightly I suspected I would have bruises the next day; the other continued to strum over my clit. My hips rocked as he pushed inside of me again then pulled out, the slow drag over my virgin tissues sparking my arousal hotter and hotter.
“Not going to be long,” he panted as his movements increased. His hips pressed against my ass as he slid the hand between my legs inside of me, scissoring my swollen, aroused flesh in a way that had my orgasm suddenly coiling low. “Come again. Come with me.”
“I will. I have to.” He spread his fingers again as he seated himself inside of me, the heel of his palm brushing over my clit, and I exploded. The spasms of my muscles pulled at his cock, deep inside of me, and I knew he was gone, too, when he pushed against me hard, hauling me up and against his chest.
He shouted as he came, the slickness of his fingers on my inner walls loud in the still air. I cried out as that massive, solid frame clung to me like I was a life preserver and he was drowning, as he shuddered through his own release, which sparked a second, brighter one in my own body.
This, I thought as we melted together, bodies joined in the most intimate of places, this was where I felt safe. Here in this man’s arms, nothing could bring me down.
