You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(103)

He moved between her legs, letting his body cover hers. He didn’t hold back his weight and she didn’t want him to. She loved how he pinned her to the bed, sinking in. Her nipples ached where he touched them, but it was just one more part of the puzzle. His tongue rubbed against hers and she moved her legs, wrapping her body around his. The plug slipped out and for a second she missed the feeling, but it wouldn’t last long. He would fill her up.

He got to his knees after one last kiss and reached to the bedside table, grabbing the lube.

She watched as he picked up what now really seemed like too small a plug by the base and put it away.

“Bring your legs up.” He grabbed a pillow from beside her. “Let me get this under you.”

“Shouldn’t I turn over?”

“No. I want to watch you. I want to see your face. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. I’ll make sure of it.” He moved between her legs, easing the pillow under her hips and shifting her into the place he wanted her.

She let him. She was willing to give him anything.

She trusted him with her body, her soul.

Could she trust him with her secrets?

Vulnerable. With her legs draped over his thighs and her pelvis tilted to him, she felt so vulnerable. She was opened wide for him, her body lay out like the offering it was. She felt him touch her. So intimate. There was the momentary chill of the lube and then the heat of his left hand, massaging her. He took his time, rubbing it in, his eyes steady on hers. Finally, he spread the lube on his cock, his hand moving over his flesh. She watched him stroke himself, preparing to take her. He was truly lovely, his cock reaching almost up to his navel, the head rounded, and below his balls were tight and heavy. She could still taste him, still feel the way he filled her mouth.

“I’ll go slow, give you time to adjust.” He was right there, the broad head of his cock settling against her.

She hadn’t expected it to be so intimate. She’d thought he would turn her over and go at it, but not her Jesse. No. He had to turn it into something she couldn’t hide from, to make her watch as he pressed against her. It would have been easy to let it happen, but he’d found a way to draw her in. To bring them closer.

Pressure bit through her, but she couldn’t concentrate on it. All she could see was his face and how their bodies connected like puzzle pieces nestling together. Alone they were separate, functional, but incomplete. Together their bodies seemed to become something more, something beautiful.

His jaw tightened and she gasped the moment his cockhead breached her. A slow shudder went through him and he flushed, sweat breaking out on his brow. “Are you all right?”

She was surprised to find she was. He was distracting her with how gorgeous he was, but now she focused on the sensation of having him moving inside her. Little thrusts at first, as though his hips just couldn’t stay still a second longer. There was pressure, a feeling of fullness that wasn’t entirely comfortable. It wasn’t painful either. She shifted to adjust and loved the way his eyes widened as she took another inch.

“Baby, you feel so good.” He gripped her hips. “I need you to take all of me. Take me, Phoebe.”

In a smooth glide, he entered her. His cock slid in until there was no space between them, nothing left for her to take. He filled her, heating her up and making her so aware of his every movement. She would have sworn she could feel him breathing, could time her every breath to the movements of his chest.

She was so full, but it was good. She wanted the moment to freeze, to last. If they could just hold right here, she would stay forever. She would be connected to him for as long as she could.

“All right, here we go.” He gave a shaky laugh, his face so tender it made her want to cry. He might have chosen the position so he could watch her, but it forced her to see him, too. This wasn’t mere sex for pleasure for him. It was more. It was so much more.

She brought her hands up to cup his face, loving the way the little bristles of his beard felt under her fingers. He would shave in the morning and be smooth again, but it never failed. By nightfall, there was proof of just how masculine he was. “I love you, Jesse.”

He should know. He should hear it every day from some worthy woman, but she was the only one who was here.

“I love you, too. And I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. I promise. Now hold on to me. Don’t let me go.” With a careful breath, he began to drag his cock back out.

Jagged pleasure caused her eyes to widen, her breath to stop for a moment as it overwhelmed her. She shook as he went slow, allowing her to experience every second of sensation.

“That’s what I wanted.” The sexiest grin lit his face as he pushed back inside her body. “Now I can do my worst. You’re going to come for me.”

He forced her back on his cock, but she was eager for it now. She knew what it brought and couldn’t wait for the downstroke to bring its crazy pleasure. She tried to hold him, wanted him inside her all the time. He let go, f*cking her hard.

Time seemed to slow, giving her what she wanted. More time with him. More connection. She held on to him, her nails sinking in, but he didn’t seem to mind. He groaned a little then ground into her with a low growl. Over and over he thrust and retreated, pressure and pleasure becoming one.

“Knew I wouldn’t last,” he said on a panting breath. His thumb covered her clit and he pressed down. “Come for me, Phoebe.”