Undenied (Unspoken #3)(16)

Her back landed against the wall with a thud, and he lowered his head to her neck, sucking and kissing, his breaths coming explosively in her ear.

He rocked her against the wall, plunging deep, holding her captive against the hard surface. The rough texture abraded her back, and while each time he thrust forward she experienced an erotic thrill deep within her core, she was distracted by the awkward position.

“The bed,” she managed to gasp out. “The wall is killing me.”

His head came up, a look of apology in his eyes. He immediately backed away then held her tightly against him as he maneuvered to the bed.

Gently he eased her down, slipping from her body as her back came to rest on the mattress.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he brushed light kisses across her face.

She said nothing but reached for him, spreading her legs in invitation. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs.

With less urgency than he’d displayed before, he used gentle fingers to part the slick folds. His thumb pressed to her clit and rotated in a circular motion, initiating a whole new sense of urgency in her gut.

His hips shimmied between her legs as he sought to spread her thighs wider. His fingers left her pu**y and he cupped his hands around her ass, sliding them down the backs of her thighs. His c**k nudged her entrance and slid forward so he was an inch or so inside her. For a moment, he flexed his hips, making short, shallow thrusts.

“Now who’s the tease?” she grumbled.

He moved just a little deeper. “Is this what you want?”

She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her hands down his flanks. Her fingers dug into him, urging him on.

“Please.”

“I love a woman who begs.”

“Smart ass.”

He grinned then closed his eyes and drove forward.

She gasped and arched into him, her cry stuck in her throat. His hands slipped from her legs and he pressed his forearms into the bed on either side of her to hold his weight off her.

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers as he moved sensuously between her legs, thrusting, retreating, going deep, staying still.

His lips hovered so close to her own, and then they lightly pressed to hers, a soft smooching sound escaping as he kissed each tiny part of her lips.

Despite his deliberate, measured movements, she felt her orgasm building, not explosive, instead, a slow, warm buildup, a gradual tightening, an exquisite sensation like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Like letting chocolate melt slowly on your tongue.

She hooked her ankles over his legs and pulled them upward until they lodged just underneath his ass cheeks.

Like tightening a screw, her body pulled tighter and tighter as her pleasure mounted, suddenly making her restless and wild.

“I need…”

Wes stroked her hair away from her cheeks with his thumbs, his elbows still planted in the mattress on either side of her. “What do you need?” he whispered.

She moaned. “I’m close, so close.”

With his right hand, he reached for her arm, letting his fingers glide past her elbow to her wrist and finally grasping her hand. He guided it between their bodies, arching up to give her room.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

She flexed her middle finger over her clit, found the sweet spot and began rotating in tight, slow circles as he raised himself to his hands.

Hands braced near her head, he began driving into her body with hard, long strokes. Yessss. Every muscle in her body seized. She closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the pulse centered at her very core.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “I want to see you come.”

Her eyes fluttered open and met his gaze. He stared down at her, tension etched into his face, his jaw clenched tight.

“Are you close?” she managed to gasp out.

“You first,” he said behind gritted teeth.

He rammed his hips forward, and she threw back her head, her fingers strumming her clit as she hovered precariously close to the melting point. Once more, oh God, once more.

He began pumping against her in a frantic pace, and suddenly it felt as though someone had blown her up like a balloon and let go. She flew in a dozen different directions.

Her mouth opened in a soundless scream and then she found her voice and cried out as the pressure, unbearable, released in a cataclysmic burst.

She spasmed around his cock, felt a sudden rush of wetness, and still her nerves twitched and screamed as the orgasm went on and on.

She felt his lips press to her forehead before he plunged deep and stiffened around her, his muscles bulging, his body straining to get as far into her as he could.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” he said hoarsely.

He convulsed against her body, thrusting once, twice and finally a third time before he stilled. His legs trembled, his arms shook, his chest heaved as he gasped for breath into her hair.

Slowly, she took her hand away, no longer able to bear to touch her hypersensitive clit. Her arms snuck around him, and he lowered himself carefully to her body as she urged him to do. She held him tight, burrowing her face into his neck.

They trembled against each other in the aftermath. She stroked his back, enjoying the feel of his skin, of the muscles, the dips and ridges of his hard contours.

Finally, she felt him slide from her pu**y, and he rolled to the side of the bed to discard the condom. When he turned back to her, she moved against him.