Page 145 of The Temporary Fiancée
I claim her mouth in a long kiss, then carefully lift her from the couch and ease her down onto the rug in the living room. Her lithe body sinks into the plush wool as I brace myself over her on my forearms, settling between her thighs. Never breaking out kiss, I reach down between us to guide my cock to her entrance, pressing slowly inside her wet heat.
We’ve fucked without a condom before, but knowing what this means now—knowing she feels what I feel—makes everything even fucking better.
Her eyes flutter closed, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Jesus Christ, Liv,” I groan, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at how good it is.
“Uh huh,” she gasps.
“You feel—fuck, you feel incredible.”
I work my way in slowly, taking my time because I can and I’ve got nowhere else I want to be. When I’m finally fully buried inside her, I stay there for a long moment, our breath mingling in the sparse inches between our lips. Then I start to move, watching her face the whole time.
Her lips part with the first thrust, her breath comes in quiet little gasps. My own breath is coming faster and faster, punctuated by ragged groans or grunts. I’m careful not to touch her anywhere that she’s bruised, tracking her expression to watch for any signs of pain, but she seems as lost to the pleasure as I am.
When I shift our positions slightly, reaching down to bring up one of her legs and pressing it flat against my chest, the change in angle makes her cry out softly, her back arching off the rug.
“That good?” I ask.
“Yes.” She nods wildly. “God, Reed, right there. More!”
Heat surges inside me as I slide my free hand down between us, my thumb finding her clit. I work it in fast circles in time with my thrusts, the room filling with filthy noises as I fuck her harder. She’s already shaking, her arms over her head, fingers twisting together on the carpet.
“I need to feel you come, baby,” I breathe, because nothing in the world will ever feel better than this perfect woman coming all over my cock. “Let me feel it.”
She tosses her hair, her lashes fluttering. “I’m close—Reed?—”
“That’s it. Come for me, Liv. I’ve got you.”
She whimpers in response and gives me what I want, her stomach clenching and her pussy going tight around me as her climax hits. I grit my teeth, my hips grinding against her as I slow my strokes. The way she grips me like a vise is enough to nearly drag me over the edge with her.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
I ease out of her carefully and tug her against me. She makes a muffled sound of protest that has me smiling, but I’m already rolling us, lifting her so she’s straddling me on the rug. Her hair falls forward over her shoulders, her breath catching as I lift her up and guide her down onto my cock again.
“God, I’m so sensitive,” she breathes. Her inner walls are still fluttering a bit as I slide inside.
“Is it too much?”
She braces her hands on my chest, biting her lip as she grins down at me and shakes her head in answer. The flush on her skin has deepened, and she is without question the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
“Then ride me, baby,” I tell her hoarsely. “Let me watch you.”
She rolls her hips a little, finding her rhythm, and the sight of her above me makes me feel like I’m worshipping at the altar of a goddess. Her cheeks are pink, her breasts flushed, her lips parted in that sexy-as-fuck way that I love.
I want to memorize this. I want to come back to this moment for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, Liv,” I choke out. “Look at you.”
She doesn’t answer. She leans down and kisses me instead, her tongue sliding against mine, her body still rocking on mine. I slide my hands up to her hips, gripping her and helping her find a faster pace.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Just like that, baby. Take what you need.”
She makes a little sound in her throat, her palms still flat against my chest, her nails digging lightly into my skin. Her pulse flutters wildly in her throat, and her head tips back as a soft moan escapes her.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
She nods, her eyelids drooping. “Yes… I can’t stop it.”
