Page 130 of Fierce-Baker

“I love you,” she said then. Simple. Unguarded. Like she’d been holding those words in her mouth all night and finally let them go.

“I love you too,” he answered, just as quietly. Just as sure.

Her hands went to his shirt, removed it over his head as easily as she’d left hers in the living room.

“I want you to show me tonight how you can make the world cease to exist. You can do it. I know you can.”

It was the wicked look in her eyes. From tender to seductive.

She wanted to escape. To be in a place she wasn’t taking up residence right now.

He wanted to be right there with her.

If even for a moment. A few moments.

Thirty minutes.

Any amount of time. He’d give her what she needed because he knew he needed the same.

He lifted her in his arms. Not to cradle her. Not to be tender.

But to give her something fast and urgent. What she loved. What transported her and made her free right alongside of him.

She bounced on the bed, her laughter filling the room, him kneeling down and spreading his thighs around her, one of his large hands gripping her wrists and holding them over her head.

“Are you sure you want it like this?”

“Ineedit like this,” she whispered.

His mouth crushed hers, holding her in place, telling her without words that he needed the same.

That he needed to have some control in a situation where he felt so out of control.

She was lifting her hips against his, grinding, thrusting, trying to find some relief, but he was moving out of her way.

He released her hands, slid them under her back, found the clasp of her bra, unhooked it and sent it flying in the room.

Once she was free, her fingers were reaching for the elastic of her leggings that she’d changed into, lifting and wiggling out of them.

He took over for her, yanked them down hard and fast, tossing them next to her bra.

He scooted between her legs, spread her wide, dove in and tasted her wet, sensitive flesh.

His mouth went to work sending her up and over in seconds.

As if she needed that first release to finally feel what would come next.

His dick was like steel, straining against his jeans, the dew gathering and dampening his underwear in one spot.

He was up and discarded the rest of his clothing fast, then yanked her down to the end of the bed, grabbed her ankles as he’d had her wrists and spread her wide.

Wide enough to look while he thrust inside deep. While he held her body to take everything he was dishing out.

She took it like she’d been born to accept him inside of her.

Like there was no other place she’d rather be.

He was on his feet, slamming in and out, her body sliding up some on the bed, but him pulling her right back where he wanted her.