Page 62 of Worth the Try
“There’s my good girl,” he says, pulling out and pausing. His eyes search mine. “Are you ready for me, love?”
My answer is to arch up and nip at his bottom lip. Grabbing onto the sliver of bravery still inside me, I hold his gaze. “Fuck me, Ansel.”
He growls and slams home, both of us crying out as he bottoms out. I’m so full, fuller than I’ve ever been. My eyes roll back in my head as he does it again and again.
“So good,” I breathe, dimly remembering that I need to be quiet. “You feel so good. My God, Ansel. My God.”
My words unleash him even more, as he loses himself inside me. His eyes are wild, dark with lust and wonder and pleasure. He hikes my leg up higher, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, hitting a part of me that I didn’t know was possible.
“Fuck me, Elodie,” he grunts. “You are heaven. So hot. So fuckingtightagainst my cock. Tell me you like it.”
My throat tightens.
He slams into me again, and I moan in ecstasy. “Tell me.”
“Goddamn, I like it, Ansel. I love your cock. Love the way you make me feel. Love?—”
He cuts me off with a bruising kiss and practically bends me in half. It’s harsh, brutal…and absolutely exactly what I asked for. There’s nothing sweet or gentle about him anymore. He’s fucking me, hard and deep, his hips swirling up and back, and I start to lose my ever-loving mind.
“Anssssel,” I moan. “Fuck, I’m—I’m—” I break off with another moan against his mouth.
“Be quiet, Elle,” he warns.
But it’s impossible, because even as the words leave his mouth, he increases the pace, slamming into me so hard that the headboard hits the wall. He moves us down just enough to keep it from happening again, then slams home once more. Faster and faster he pistons into me, and when my orgasm begins to swirl into existence, my eyelids flutter shut.
“No,” he commands, his words soft but urgent. “No. Together. Look at me.”
And as I force my eyes open, his own are right there, studying me even as his face contorts with his own impending climax. I grip his sweat-slicked back, my nails scraping down the muscles as I shatter with a low groan.
“Fuck,” he hisses, slamming one final time into me and stilling as he comes. He’s glorious. Every piece of him flits across his face before he leans his forehead to mine, breathing hard.
We stay there, gripping each other tightly, breathing shared air as we settle back into our bodies. After a few moments, he lets go of my leg and guides it lower, and I wrap my arms tight around him, pulling his weight to rest on top of me.
“I’m too heavy,” he protests, trying to rise almost immediately.
“No,” I say, tightening my grip. “Stay here. Stay inside me. I want to feel you.”
Kissing me tenderly, he relents, groaning as I reach to scratch my fingers through his hair. We remain like that for a long while, kissing, touching, caressing. Staring at each other. Memorizing everything. Finally, he kisses my forehead, then rolls out of the bed to pad to the en-suite bathroom and dispose of the condom.
He’s back instantly, pulling the covers around us before gathering me into his arms, nuzzling at my neck and ear, his hands roaming my body in long strokes.
“Careful,” I murmur, “or I’ll want to do that all over again.”
He releases a laugh. “You act like that’s a bad thing.”
“I can’t stay,” I say, reality slithering back into me. Remembering that a precious little girl is just down the hall.
“Maybe not,” he admits, “but that doesn’t mean you have to leave yet.”
I rise onto my elbow and look at him. “No?”
“No.” He smiles. Then he turns us and lowers his head to my body once more.
Chapter 21
Elodie
MY BODY IS deliciously sore as I shower a few days later, feeling the twinge in my back as I bend to shave my legs. I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face since that first night. We got almost no sleep, tangling up with each other time and again, dozing only to wake ravenous for the other’s skin. It was nearly dawn when we finally parted, Ansel walking me to the kitchen door and closing it softly behind me as I padded around the pool to the guesthouse.
