Thrive (Addicted, #4)(56)

I’m about to lift myself on my elbows, but I don’t have time. He doesn’t give me warning before he replaces his fingers with his erection, entering me fully. I cry out in euphoric pleasure. Every inch of me thrums, like an instrument vibrating in blistering joy.

He hikes my leg over his hip, deepening himself. He doesn’t pull away, not yet. His lips find mine and he kisses me fervently, without pause or hesitation. Ever since I started recovery, I could see the reluctance in Lo’s eyes. Like a nightly passenger to our passion. I never thought he’d gain enough confidence in himself, enough trust in me, and enough hope in our relationship to let all those hesitations go. To make love to me so unrestrained that every movement is an impulse and nothing takes a second thought.

It’s just natural.

He thrusts and lets me move my hips to meet his. I moan deeply, the noise catching in the back of my throat. He smiles and his movements become harder, more aggressive. I no longer attempt to rock my body into his, not when I’m white-knuckling his biceps and holding on for dear fucking life.

His low grunts fill my ears and send my body over the edge. I feel myself riding the steep mountain to my peak. “Lo,” I choke. “I can’t…hold on…”

He stops moving all together and I let out an involuntary whimper. At least, I think it’s involuntary. I would never make that noise on a voluntary basis.

Lo rubs the sweat off my forehead with his hand. “Come now,” he tells me. He presses feather-light kisses to my neck.

Now?

“You stopped moving,” I remind him. I squirm underneath him, and he pulls his lips away, his jaw clenched.

Oh. He’s having some trouble.

His hands brace my hips, settling me. “Please come now,” he tells me, “because when I start moving and you have an orgasm, I’m finished.”

“So?” I frown. “We can do it again after. I’ll blow—” His hand rises to my mouth, silencing my words.

“We won’t have time. Ry…” he pauses to catch himself. “People are coming home from the gym in a half hour.”

He removes his hand. I’m grimacing. I can’t help it. “You almost said his name. And now you want me to come?”

He moves his hips just slightly and the pressure of his cock numbs my body and clears my head. “Ahhhhh….” I moan into my arm.

“Come,” Lo commands, kind of meanly.

“You’re mean,” I mutter into my pillow, my cheek smashed into it.

His lips brush my ear. “I said please first. You just didn’t listen.” He combs my hair back out of my face, and my legs stay tightly wrapped around his waist. And then his hands descend to my shirt. It’s ripped open before I have any say in the matter.

Still no reluctance in his movements.

He stares at my bra like it accosted him.

“Looks like you’re not the Hulk,” I say into a smile.

His eyes flit to mine, humorless, and then he pulls the bra up to my chin, my breasts popping out. Shit. I go to restrain them, partly just to rile him, but he beats me to it. He grabs my wrists and hoists them over my head, and as he does so, his pelvis moves and I crumble underneath him.

My moans are soft and sound more like whining than actual noises of pleasure. Lo lets out a heavy breath and clenches his teeth like he’s struggling to control himself.

Coming sounds very blissful right now. I’m not sure I could do it without his help though. I think he knows this. His tongue grazes my hardened nipple and I try to jerk forward, but his large, heavy body holds me still to the bed.

It doesn’t take much to get me off.

He sucks gently on the small bud and then lifts his head. “Just think about my cock, love,” he says. “It’s waiting, very fucking impatiently, for you. Can’t you feel it?”

Yes. I feel very, very full.

I repeat his words in my head and focus on his thickness. My heat spasms, and I clench tightly. He takes one hand off my wrists and lowers it to my clit, rubbing me so quickly that I cry out. The whole world rotates, and I lie back, barely hanging onto his motionless body as I ride the waves of pleasure that pound into me. One after the other. Over and over again. Until my clit is too tender to the touch, causing me to shake when he brushes against it.

He pulls his hand away and leans in to kiss my neck, my breathing too ragged for him to kiss my lips. He sucks gently, then forcibly, and he begins to rock into me again, building up my arousal once more.

When I catch my breath, he presses his forehead to mine and he thrusts. Strong, rhythmic movements that steal my oxygen every few seconds. His lips are so close that we could kiss, but he keeps them apart. I can feel his breath entering mine and mine his.

His hands cup the top of my head and he starts to pump faster and harder, until we’re both on the same high, trying to reach the same blistering climax together.





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0 years : 07 months

March





LOREN HALE


I pull my pants up and watch Lily tuck a pillow underneath her chin. Her eyes follow my movements as much as mine follow hers. I’m not sure if it’s fear or love that keeps our gazes matched. Maybe a mixture of both.

I tug at a tangled throw blanket on the bed, about to fold it, and a comic book suddenly tumbles to the floor. When I bend to pick it up, Lily springs off the mattress and snatches the comic first. My black button-down hangs on her body like a dress, stopping mid-thigh, but her breasts are exposed when she shifts certain ways.