Page 79 of A Taste of Vanilla

“Stop asking me like a gentleman and move.”

His breath leaves him in something like a growl.

Then he moves.

Not fast, not at first.

Deep. Controlled. Measured in a way that feels obscene because I know he’s holding back, and I can feel the strength of him in every thrust.

I wrap my legs around his hips.

“More.”

His hand tightens on my thigh.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Please,” I cry. “More.”

That does it.

He gives me more.

The mattress shifts beneath us, the old springs complainingas my hands slide over his tattooed shoulders and down his back. His hair falls around his face, completely loose, making him look wilder. Less severe somehow. Less untouchable.

I want every hidden thing. I want this night to have no past and no morning. I want to be exactly this woman, under exactly this man, asking for exactly what I want and getting it.

His mouth finds mine. The kiss is messy now. Less practiced and much more desperate. His hands slide between us, the angle changing. The piercing drags just right, and I break away from his mouth with a sharp cry.

“Oh God!”

“I know.”

He keeps me there. Right there, in the unbearable place between too much and not enough, until pleasure starts building again, hotter and deeper than before.

I clutch him.

His forehead presses to mine. “Look at me,” he says.

I open my eyes. His face is tight with control, eyes dark and fixed on mine. Sweat gleams at his temple, his mouth parted, breath rough, and hair falling loose around us.

He looks wrecked.

Finally.

The sight pushes me over.

I come hard, shaking beneath him, profanities leaving my mouth. He follows a few strokes later, his body going rigid over mine, a low groan tearing out of him as he buries his face against my neck.

For a while, neither of us moves.

I lie beneath him, boneless and stunned, one hand still pressed between his shoulder blades as I feel his heart pound against mine.

The room slowly returns.

The lamp and the window and the extension cord.

He shifts his weight carefully, and I make a small protest before I can stop myself.