Rush Too Far (Rosemary Beach #4)(44)

I crooked my finger for her to sit up. She did so willingly, and I quickly got rid of the shirt and bra, leaving her painfully beautiful body naked. She was all mine. This was all mine. No man had touched this . . . or seen this. Fuck. Emotion overwhelmed me as I took her in. “You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be . . . and trust me, I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

Her eyes flared, and I smiled to myself. Blaire liked me to talk to her. She needed the praise. Of course she did. She was unsure of herself. This was new to her. I’d make sure she knew how ridiculously perfect she was. Leaning back over her, I pressed my throbbing erection against her now-bare pu**y.

“Yes! Please!” she cried out, and scratched at my back. She was ready for me to do more. She was going to panic when she realized where I was about to put my mouth. I needed her hot and needy so she’d let me.

Lowering myself, I kissed her flat stomach and the almost bare mound, which smelled f**king amazing. Looking up at her, I held her gaze before sticking my tongue out and running my piercing directly on her very swollen clit. Blaire’s scream made my c**k throb as she threw her body up in an arch and grabbed the sheets in tight fists.

“God, you’re sweet,” I whispered against her. I was gonna get addicted to this taste. Holy f**k, it was good.

“Rush, please,” she whimpered.

I stopped licking. “Please what, baby? Tell me what it is you want.” She shook her head. Her eyes were closed tightly as if she were fighting to catch her breath. “I wanna hear you say it, Blaire,” I told her. I wanted those naughty words coming from her mouth. I shouldn’t make her, but damn, I wanted to hear it so bad.

“Please lick me again,” she said with a desperate sob.

Damn, that was even better than I could have expected. I wasn’t sure I would last one second once I sank into her. I started swiping my tongue through her slit with pure enjoyment. If she only knew the power she had. I’d give it all to her. She could have me on my knees and between her legs with one pout of her pretty lips. I was going to crave this.

Blaire shuddered and cried out my name while holding my head against her as if I would leave this. Once she had hit her release and no longer needed me, I reached for the condom beside my bed and ripped it open. Her eyes were starting to flutter open. I wanted to let her enjoy the high, but I couldn’t. I had to get inside her. And it would ease her pain to have the nirvana of her orgasm still floating through her.

“Condom is on. I need to be inside,” I whispered in her ear as I moved between her legs and ran my tip against her heat. “Holy f**k, you’re so wet. It’s gonna be hard not to slip right in. I’ll try to go slow. I promise.” I didn’t want this to hurt her. Fuck, I wanted it to be good for her, because it was gonna be another level of heaven for me.

Blaire didn’t tense up like I expected. Instead, she moaned and moved against me as I slowly started slipping in. Her body was clamping down on me and pulling me in like a suction. Holy hell.

“Don’t move. Please, baby, don’t move,” I begged her. God, I couldn’t hurt her, but I wanted to slam into her fully. The barrier I had been expecting met me, and I stopped. Blaire felt it and finally tensed up underneath me. “That’s it. I’m gonna do it fast, but then I’ll stop once I’m in and let you get used to me.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I closed my eyes, unable to look at her. I couldn’t control myself if I watched her face. Control. I needed f**king control. God, I wanted inside her completely. With one thrust, I broke through the thin wall and sank into velvet heat like I’d never known. My c**k was being squeezed so damn tight I couldn’t breathe. Gasping for air, I held still. She would need to adjust to me. But I wanted to move so damn bad; I wanted to fill her.

“OK, I’m OK,” Blaire whispered.

Forcing my eyes open, I looked down at her. I had to be sure she wasn’t just saying that. I couldn’t hurt her anymore. “Are you sure? ’Cause, baby, I want to move so damn bad.”

She nodded, and I watched her face as I moved back and then rocked forward inside of her.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, using every ounce of strength I had to be still and wait.

“No. I like it,” she said with excitement in her eyes.

I wasn’t sure I believed her, but I started to move. I had to move. My damn dick was screaming at me to move. It had never felt this kind of pleasure. Blaire moaned, and my heart slammed against my chest. Holy f**k, she was enjoying it. “You like that?” I asked.

“Yes. It feels so good.”

God, yes. She was OK. I didn’t have to hold back. Throwing my head back, I let out a groan of pleasure that tore from my chest as I began moving inside her. Pumping in and out of the tight suction, which pulled me in like it was f**king starving for me.

Blaire lifted her hips and grabbed my arms, meeting my thrusts. How the hell did she know to do that?

“Yeah. God, you’re incredible. So tight. Blaire, you’re so f**king tight.” I praised her. She needed to know how amazing this was for me.

Her legs lifted and tucked close to my sides, opening her wider for me. My body sank even deeper into her warmth, and I began to tremble. I was going to come. I had reached my limit. There was only so much a man could take.

“Are you close, baby?” I asked her. I wanted her to come with me.