Be With Me(65)

She opened for him, wanting him. Her pu**y throbbed, each little pulse sending a surge of liquid adrenaline rocketing through her pelvis.

The broad head of his penis nudged at her folds, brushing across her clit before settling lower at her entrance. Spasms of delight, centering at the quivering nub of flesh between her legs and radiating outward in al directions, licked at her as he brushed upward again from her entrance through the delicate, damp flesh.

“Hutch, please,” she gasped.

Propping himself on one arm, he reached between them with his other hand and grasped his cock, positioning it then sliding forward just an inch.

She sucked in her breath and tensed from head to toe as an explosion of sensation rocked her to her core.

He was so thick, so hard.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he eased forward. Her body stretched to accommodate him, giving in to his persistent intrusion.

And then he withdrew, and she moaned in protest.

He settled back on his arms on either side of her head, flexed his hips to enter her once more then captured her mouth in a demanding kiss.

She could feel the strain, the fight within him. He was afraid of hurting her. She smiled, slid her mouth down his jaw until she reached his neck and then sank her teeth into his skin.

“Reggie, dear God, stop that!”

She grinned and nibbled up to his ear before sucking the lobe into her mouth. He shuddered against her and surged deeper. She let out a contented sigh. Much, much better.

She wiggled underneath him, adjusting the angle of her hips so she could take him deeper.

“Are you trying to kil me?” he groaned. “Stop moving or it’s going to be over in about two seconds flat.”

She chuckled then wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. She planted her heels in his hard ass and hoisted herself higher, seeking to plant him deeper.

“Impatient little wench.”

“Demanding too,” she murmured against his ear, and then she licked him again, rol ing her tongue over the inner shel .

His big body shuddered against her, and it was as if the last string holding his control snapped right in two. He rose on his knees, drew his hands back between her legs, shoved them underneath her thighs and pushed forward.

Spread wide beneath him, she cried out when he thrust and planted himself deep into her body.

He worked her legs higher, and he leaned into her.

And then his hips met her pelvis as he slid al the way in.

She gasped at the incredible sense of ful ness.

Her pu**y quivered, stretched around him, every nerve ending pulsing and throbbing against his cock.

He dropped her legs and lowered his body until his chest pressed against her br**sts. He burrowed his arms underneath her back, pul ing her close. His legs strained as his knees held the bulk of his weight from her.

He flexed his hips, withdrawing and then sinking into her again.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said softly. “For it to be just you and me, you wrapped around me like a blanket and me so deep inside you that I get lost.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and lifted her hips to meet his thrust. She was slick around his cock, and he glided easily back and forth.

Delicious friction. He worked faster and harder, his earlier concern of hurting her seemingly gone.

Deep within, the burn began. Smal at first but growing larger. A tiny kernel of pleasure blossomed, rol ing tighter and tighter, faster and faster.

She moaned and urged him on. She grabbed at him, her hands slipping. She wrapped her legs around him and came off the bed, straining against him with al her strength.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling, his breaths coming in gasps as the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder.

His body rose and fel against her. They grabbed for each other, holding, grasping, desperate in their attempt to get closer, for no space to be between them.

“Hutch,” she whispered. “Oh, please, don’t stop.”

“Come with me, baby. Come now. I can’t last. Oh God, baby.”

He raised his head, pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes closed tight. He kissed her, forceful, their tongues clashing.

Her orgasm built, became unbearable in its tension. She reached for it, desperate for release.

He withdrew then thrust into her in one forceful lunge. He cried out, and his every muscle locked against her. Even as his raw power slammed into her, he sheltered her, cradled her tenderly in his arms.

Kisses fel on her lips, her cheeks and down her neck.

Oh God, she was almost there, and he was slowing down. She let out a groan of protest, and he stiffened then looked down at her, regret flashing brightly in his eyes.

She was sorely tempted to fake it, but he’d know.

He knew her better than anyone. She wouldn’t lie to him this way, and she was so desperate for release, there was no way she could fake the lazy aftermath of a real y good orgasm when every nerve ending in her body screamed and begged for mercy.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, Reggie. God, I’m a selfish bastard.”

He reached down and slid his fingers between them. He found her clit and rotated one finger around the quivering mound of flesh.

She moaned and strained upward, reaching for the pleasure he offered. His hips rocked back and forth, slower now but with enough force to give her what she wanted.

“Tel me what you like, baby,” he murmured. “Show me what to do.”