Page 121 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
Rising from his knees, he wipes his mouth on his forearm and climbs onto the bed, sliding my body up. Lying on top of me, he grabs a breast, sucking voraciously, moaning. I arch, heaving loud breaths. Then he comes to my face, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
“Destiny.” A look of desperate desire smears across his face. His hard-on presses into me.
“Yes,” I say, my breathing erratic. If he slides down, he’ll be at my entrance. He has me in a frenzy right now.
“I’m sorry. I’m unprepared.” He leans off of me and slips his fingers into me, kissing my neck.
I pant. “Unprepared?” I ask tilting back my head.
He returns his face in front of me, shaking his head. “I have no protection.”
“You’re kidding me.” I writhe at the movement of his fingers gliding in and out of me.
“No. I haven’t been with anyone since we met. And you told me no.” He flutters his fingers inside me, causing my arms to splay out to my sides. “I didn’t think to bring anything here. You told meno.”
I can barely focus my thoughts. “Okay. It’s okay.” I run my hand through his hair, trying to console him. “We don’t have to. We don’t have to.” My breath shakes.
“Fuck that.” He kisses me, rubbing his thumb against my nub. “I have to have you.” He’s so close, his breathe heats my skin. “I need you, Destiny.” Wanton lust radiates in his eyes as he rolls on top of me, his head perched at my entrance.
My pulse pounds in my ears, breaths spew rapidly out of me as I stare into his eyes. “I’m yours.”
With that, the animal is uncaged.
He thrusts into me, growling with greed. Gasping with pleasure, I feel every bit of his length inside me. He hoists onto his knees, supporting my back as he does so he stays inside me. I wrap my legs around him, cradling his head into my chest, as he pulses up into me, grabbing my butt then tilting back his head. Every blissful pump intoxicates me.
I push him back and he untucks his knees from under him. Bracing my body with my hands on his chest, I lift up and down, riding his shaft, then scoop my pelvis up and in. He grabs my hips, grinding up into me, rocking me back and forth.
“Mio Dio.” Sitting up, he lifts me off him, wraps an arm around my body and flips us. Laying me on my back, he assaults my mouth with passionate, confident kisses. My body rages with desire, fire pumping through every vein of my body.
Getting onto his knees, he plunges back inside me, his body moving like a snake. He pounds his pelvis into me as his shoulders hunch and his torso waves with his movements. I groan with each crazed thrust. Rising up, he lifts my legs up, hugging them to his chest, sinking himself deeper into me. Plowing again and again as his jaw tenses and he bites his lower lip.
Then he flips me over, spreading my legs with his knees, sliding into me from behind. Grabbing my breasts, he kisses down my back then straightens, pushing me against the bed, grasping my hips and pulling me, hard and fast, into him. This is far beyond any of my wildest fantasies about him. I can’t get enough of him. My entire body is aflame and ready to explode.
