Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(71)

“You’re so…oh my…so big. I knew it was large, but…Clay…” She shimmied her hips and stirred my cock within her. I gritted my teeth and bore down.

I needed her down over me, lying across me, skin to skin. “Get down here now, beautiful. Need your mouth on mine,” I growled, and her eyes widened before she mewled like a content baby kitten and kissed me.

I plunged my tongue into her mouth, shifted my hips back as much as I could, and jackhammered home. She cried out, my kiss swallowing it down. Fucking bliss. Being inside Monet unsheathed was better than any dream I’d had, and I’d had many since moving in. A month of endless scenarios where I took her hard, fast, slow, sideways, from behind, in the shower, in the tub, on the floor, against the wall. Nothing could ever measure up to the real thing.

Without warning, I rolled us over, pulled back my hips, and slammed home. Her body bounced up the bed at the force of my thrust, but her arms locked around my back, her legs around my hips, and she didn’t complain.

For a few minutes, I was lost to the carnal act of taking my woman. Rolling in deep, pressing my pubis against her clit so I could grind against that cherry pit over and over, and I too was gone. She liked that grinding move. I knew by the way her eyes rolled back into her head and how she tightened her legs around the small of my back with each thrust.

Fuck, my woman was hot. And wet. And tight. So goddamned tight. Like a mighty fist locked around my girth. My cock was happier than it ever had been, and she’d made him pretty fucking happy this past month with her mouth and hands. Those were great, but her pussy? My God, her pussy owned me.

Pussy-whipped by this woman? Sign me the fuck up.

“Clay…love you, Clay…so much,” Monet whispered into my ear before biting down on my shoulder. “I’m going to come again. Come with me.”

Hell, as if I could deny her anything. Gripping one of her knees, unlocking it from my waist, I pushed it up and out toward her armpit. “Want deeper. More of you. Need it. Gonna take it.” I clenched my teeth and drove in hard to the end of her. “Fuck yeah!” I lived for the extra inch inside. Nothing quite like it. Nothing.

Her eyes went crazy wide, and she lifted her face to the sky. I watched as her mouth opened in a silent cry when it came over her.

She shook, and I trembled.

I took, and she shattered.

She locked me into her body, and I lost my soul.

My vision was nothing but color. The cherry red of her lips after so many kisses. The pink of her cheeks. The black waves of her hair flowing over white cotton sheets. Her brown nipples peaked and tight. The shimmering translucent silver of sweat that misted over her skin. Color dancing…everywhere. And all mine.

I smashed my mouth over hers as it came over me. “Love you, Monet. Fucking love you,” I mumbled around her lips as a wall of pleasure so intense embraced me, coating every nerve ending with bliss and a blinding white light. I planted my cock deep and let it all go. Shot after shot of my cum roared through me and into the last woman I’d ever make love to.

“You’re it for me, Monet.” I whispered into her neck, my lips resting against my spot. “You’re all I’m ever going to need in this lifetime.”

My woman wrapped her arms and legs back around me and held me there. All of my weight was pressing her into the mattress, and she didn’t complain. I bet if I tried to leave the safety of her arms, she wouldn’t let go. I wanted her to never let go.

“You’re it for me too, Clay. Before you came along, I thought I knew love and what a relationship should be like, what sex should be like. You’ve destroyed that. What we have is so much more than I’d ever thought possible. I’m going to hold on to you. Do whatever it takes to keep you because I never want to see you go.”

I kissed her neck several times. “Not ever gonna leave you, beautiful. Not ever. I promise.”

“Gonna hold you to that promise.”

I rolled over, taking her with me so she didn’t bear my weight again. She shifted up on me, crossing both of her arms over my chest and setting her chin into her hands.

“So what did you think?” I asked smugly.

She pretended to think about it and put a ho-hum placating look on her face. She couldn’t hold it. Not tonight. Not after the magnificence of what we just shared.

“I think I’m going to have to experience it at least ten more times to give a worthy answer to that question.”

Greedy girl. I loved it. I chuckled and planted my hands on her ass, gripping a nice amount of cheek. My cock was already hardening against her stomach.

“You may get the opportunity,” I warned and thrust against her.

“Seriously? Again?” She ran a finger down my torso and lifted up to a sitting position.

“You’re insanely hot, and I’ve waited over a month to be with you.”

Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. “You didn’t wait for jack. You had me in other ways.” She pouted prettily and placed her hands on her hips. If she hadn’t been naked with her tits bouncing in front of my face, I’d have prodded at her a little more, but not when she was looking like my next meal.

Instead, I palmed both of her tits and swiped my thumbs across her nipples. She gasped and bit down on her bottom lip.

“Hurt?”

“A little. Sensitive.”