Lover Revealed (Black Dagger Brotherhood #4)(113)

“Yes…” she said. “Better. This is even better.”

She watched him as he rode her so carefully, his pecs and his arms flexed up hard, his belly muscles curling and uncurling as his hips rolled into her and relented.

“Oh…Butch.” The vision of him, the feel of him. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on every subtle thing.

God, she hadn’t expected sex to sound so erotic. With her lids closed, she heard the catch of his breath, the soft creaking of the bed, the rustle of the sheets as he repositioned one of his arms.

With every push and pull, she was getting hotter. And so was he. In no time, his slick skin went fever-baked and he began to breathe in short sucks of air.

“Marissa?”

“Yes…” she sighed.

She felt his hand go between their bodies. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come like this.”

He started in with a wicked, licking touch while keeping up with the slow pump. Within moments, lightning gathered in her core and exploded, blasting out all over her, the orgasm locking her onto him in a series of contractions.

“Oh…yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Grab onto me. That’s what I like…shit.”

When she finally went limp, she opened her eyes in a daze and found him looking at her with total awe…and more than a little concern.

“Was that all right?” he asked.

“Amazing.” The relief that bled into his face made her chest ache. And then she realized something. “Wait…what about you?”

He swallowed hard. “I would love to finish in you.”

“Then do it.”

“It’s not going to take me long,” he said under his breath.

As he began to move again, she went motionless and just absorbed the feel of him.

“Baby?” he said roughly. “This okay? You’re so still.”

“I want to know what your part is like.”

“Heaven,” he said into her ear. “With you, it’s heaven.”

He dropped down off his arms, his body hard and heavy as it began to churn above hers. She opened her legs as wide as they could go, her head moving up and down on the pillow from how he was pumping into her. God, he was strong.

With luscious propriety, she ran her hands across his bunched shoulders, then down his surging spine to the place that was hinging against her. She knew just when it was getting to be time for him. His rhythm became urgent, the distance of the thrusts getting tighter, the speed increasing. His whole body grew rigid within its range of movement, surging back and forth, no chance of stopping now.

Breath shot out of his mouth and brushed over her shoulder and the sweat beading on his skin wiped off onto hers. When his hand grabbed her hair and squeezed into a fist, she felt a lick of pain and didn’t care. Especially as his face lifted up and his eyes squeezed shut as if he were in exquisite agony.

Then he stopped breathing altogether. The veins popped at the sides of his neck as he threw his head back and roared. Deep inside, she felt his erection kicking, felt hot liquid shoot into her on spasms that shook his whole body.

He collapsed onto her, damp, overheated, gasping. His muscles twitching all over.

She wrapped her arms around him, her legs, too, and held him within her, cradling him.

How beautiful he was, she thought. How beautiful…all this was.





Chapter Thirty-six




Marissa came awake to the sounds of the shutters lifting for the night and the feel of hands stroking over her stomach, her breasts, her neck. She was on her side, with Butch tucked in tight against her back…and his hard planes of muscle were rocking in an erotic rhythm.

His erection was hot and it was searching her out, probing at the crease of her buttocks, wanting in. She reached behind and dug her fingers into his flank, urging him on, and he took the cue. Wordlessly, he rolled on top of her back, his body pushing her facefirst into the pillows. She shoved them out of the way so she could breathe as he split her legs open with his knees.

She moaned. Which evidently woke him up.

He jerked back as if he’d punched his arms into the bed. “Marissa…I…ah, I didn’t mean to…”

When he retreated, she rose onto her knees, trying to keep contact with him. “Don’t stop.”

There was a moment of pause. “You must be sore.”

“Not at all. Come back on me. Please.”

His voice went all gravel and rasp. “Jesus…I’d hoped you’d want to do this again. And I’ll go easy, I swear.”

God, that rough sound was nice first thing in the evening.

His broad hand smoothed down her spine, and his mouth brushed the top of her hip, then her tailbone, then went lower, to the skin of her bottom. “You look so beautiful like this. I want to have you like this.”

Her eyes flared. “You can do that?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll go deeper. You want to try?”

“Yes…”

He pulled her hips up farther and settled her weight on all fours, the bed creaking while he repositioned their bodies. As he came in behind her, she looked through her legs. All she saw was his thick thighs and his heavy, hanging sack and his straining arousal. Her core went utterly wet, as if her body knew exactly what was coming.

His chest eased down over her back, and one of his hands appeared beside her head, planting into the mattress as a fist. His forearm flexed and the veins in it thickened as he leaned to the side and brought the head of his erection to the tender skin between her legs. With a little teasing brush, he worked himself back and forth along the outside of her and she knew he was looking at her sex while he did it.