Page 95 of The Secret
A shuddering exhale. A hip thrust. Then he collapses on one arm and buries his face in my neck.
“Tell me you’re okay,” he mumbles, nibbling my ear and I kiss his temple.
He lifts his head and I stretch forward, biting his ear. “I’m fine, Dan. I’m just emotional watching you.”
His hips snap back as soon as I say this, thrusting back into me with a long groan, hand in my hair shaking, eyes losing focus.
“Fucking hell, always so good. You feel amazing, woman. Hot. Tight.” He punctuates each thrust with a word. “Oh God.” And my orgasm is suddenly back with a vengeance. I tighten my legs around him, hand scrabbling over his wide back to get some purchase. He props himself up on his hands and looks down at where he’s moving in me.
“Ohhh … that’s too good,” he says.
“Jesus.”
“I’m …”
“Liss …”
“Look …”
“Just fucking look.”
Propping up on my elbows, I look down, before sliding my hand down my stomach to touch myself, missing his friction. With a growl, he pushes my hand away, holding himself on one arm and brushing my clit, starting and stopping and making my toes curl.Such a tease.His bicep bulges as he holds his weight on one hand, the golden hair on his chest curling down to that sexy trail in the middle of his six-pack I saw the first morning I caught him asleep in the hammock, shirt awry. The hair on his stomach is dark with sweat.
My God, he’s gorgeous. Pink on his cheeks, his mouth all shiny, a faint sheen of sweat on his face and body, pooling at his temples, creating dark wet curls. How is it possible this man is in my bed? This man who wants to live my crazy goddamn life with me. Tears fill my eyes, and I flick back to look at him, worried he’ll notice. But he’s been watching me looking at him this whole time, and my stomach clenches when his eyes tighten at the corners.
“Liss,” he croaks, leaning down to kiss me.
“I love you, Dan.”
His eyes flutter closed as he groans. “Ever since I met you, Liss. Fuck. You knocked me right on my ass. You were like holding a live wire. You still are.”
The movement of his hips stutters as emotion overtakes him, and I raise my hips into his.
“You’re so fucking wet, woman—it’s all over me.”
I laugh, tears spilling down my cheeks as I try and pull the moment back.
He shifts down, lips sealing on my parted ones, tongue invading my mouth. “Fuck, but I love you too.”
His eyes are watery as he pulls back, breath gusting out over my chest, kissing my nose, eyes red and watery. Rubbing against me, he doesn’t look away.
“Oh. Oh.”
“Yeah, Liss. Oh yeah. You going to come all over my cock?”
His dirty words drag me right back into my body. I collapse back, and he moves to rest on his elbows as he winds his hands through my hair. He looks and looks, thrusting lazily, grinding as he watches. It’s too good with him filling me and watching me so closely, and my body arches and my legs start to shake as my thighs grip his hips, resting my feet on the back of his calves. I shift my knees upward, and it opens me up and he makes one more rotation against me, and, fuck, I’m going to explode.
“Oh, oh, oh.”
He rubs his nose with mine.
“Yeah, Liss, come on.”
“More,” I gasp.
“More what?”
“Pressure. Anything. Oh God, more.” I grab his ass, rubbing myself shamelessly over him.
