Page 125 of Reckless
“You tell me if you want to stop,” I said.
She nodded.
“No.”I cupped the side of her face.“Use words.”
Her lashes flickered.
I kissed her once, slowly, while I pushed inside her.
Kelly cried out into my mouth and her body seized.
I stopped instantly.
Every muscle in me screamed to keep going.
I didn’t move.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders hard to bruise.Her forehead dropped to my chest.Her breath came fast and shallow.
“Talk to me.”
She let out one strained laugh that sounded halfway to pain and halfway to disbelief.“I hate that you keep doing that.”
“Do you want me to stop.”
“I need a second.”
I kissed the top of her head and held still inside her while she breathed.Every inch of me felt her.Tight and new.The pressure of it was almost blinding.
After a few seconds, her body started to ease around me.
She lifted her head and looked at me.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I moved, slowly.
Her mouth opened on a shuddering breath and I nearly lost my mind right there.
On the stroke she was moving with me.
On the fifth she was making those low, broken sounds again.
By the time I put my hand between us and rubbed her clit, she was arching into me like she had forgotten every reason to be careful and remembered only this.
“Yes,” she breathed.“Yes, right there.”
Her body opening into what it wanted.Her mouth giving me the exact thing she needed.Her hands pulling me in deeper because she trusted what I was doing enough to ask for more.
I took her harder.
I was still ready to stop or slow if she needed but she didn’t.
She came apart with a low, gutted cry against my mouth, thighs trembling around me, my name falling out of her like a prayer she had no interest in being elegant about.
And that was the end of me.
I buried my face in her neck, drove into her twice more, and came hard to lose the breath in my chest.
