She did, and like some kind of psychic vampire he fed on those emotions flashing through her gaze. Pain, fear, love, determination, astonishment, surrender…oh, God, the sweetness, the rapture…
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, pulling back. The first hot, swollen inch of her had fisted him so tight he lost his breath. He’d been worried about her, but what a hell of a debacle this would be if he couldn’t go on.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, moving her hips, seeking to rejoin him. “You aren’t hurting me.” If only she knew how much she was hurting him. That soft, wet oblivion opened to him again and he sank forward, a groan tearing from his lungs, and she took his entire crown, engulfing his barbell so that he felt the tug all the way through his shaft and up his spine. She gasped as it slipped inside, caressing her upper and lower walls. Caught in her tight squeeze, he struggled to maintain control, to not go too deep too soon.
Her thighs went tight on his hips, the strong muscles hindering his advancement. “Spread your legs wider, let me go,” he said, staring into her beautiful eyes. She did, only to clamp them hard again when he pushed. “Is it starting to hurt, baby?”
“I…”
“Talk to me, so I can make it better.” And get his mind off his own desire to plunge wildly into her.
“Overwhelming,” she breathed. He withdrew, holding his c**k and gently teasing her clit with his lower bead until her face muscles went lax with pleasure.
“Ohh,” she moaned, her legs falling open again.
“Better?”
She nodded. “But I want you back inside me.”
Fuck, he loved this woman. His c**k glided down through her slick petals and slid almost effortlessly into her pu**y again. So, so wet. She was just finding it difficult to stretch around the broadest part of him. “I want that too, baby, so much.”
He kissed her, slow and soothing, picking up a quick, barely-there rhythm with his hips. Too much of this and he was going to blow his top way too soon, but it was the only thing he knew to do to help her. “Relax for me, take me deep. You said you want me there.”
“Oh, yes…”
Sweat broke out across his shoulders as he increased his force by tiny increments. “Think about getting the tattoo, how it stung, how you didn’t know if you could do it at first, and how beautiful it was afterward.”
“That turned me on so much. I was afraid you could tell.” Her voice was strained, but he loved that she was trying so hard.
“I could.” He gave a little shove deeper, wrenching a gasp from her and an answering groan from him. “All I could think about was ripping off my gloves and stripping you down right there.”
“I wanted you to.”
“I’m here now, baby. Right here. I want you just as much as I did then.”
“Brian, please, I need you. Just…just do it.”
“You don’t need me to be rough this time.” His rocking motions were carrying him deeper even as the orgasm built up in his shaft, drawing his balls up tight. His heart was like a jackhammer in his chest. He needed to pull out and catch his breath before he embarrassed himself, but he was deep enough that the long drag out of her body might be his trigger. So he stopped, braced up on his arms, panting and trying not to look at her. Another trigger might be the sight of her loveliness pinned beneath him, all spread out and open to him.
Who was he kidding? She was his trigger. He was loaded and ready to fire at the first hint of pressure where she was concerned.
She whimpered and shifted impatiently under him, and he quickly pressed a hand flat to her stomach. “Don’t move.”
She was so damn obedient, she actually listened. He let his thumb wander down to her clit, stroking the stiff bud and feeling her internal muscles clench around him reflexively. “Shit, Candace.”
“I can’t help it, you do this to me. I need you. I lo—” She broke off, and he did look at her then, silently begging her to complete that thought. Please, please… But she only licked her lips and skimmed her hands over his biceps.
Maybe she’d only been about to say she loved how he made her feel, or she loved being with him, or she loved puppy dogs. Fuck. There was no way a girl like her should be falling for a guy like him. But that didn’t stop him from wanting her to. God, how he wanted her to.
He moved his hand and lowered himself over her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his body. “Grab me and hold on tight.”
Her soft arms snaked around him and her legs locked around his waist. He blew out his breath and pushed. Her gorgeous mouth opened as her body did, yielding, allowing him deeper. Her head tilted back on the pillow, exposing the graceful column of her throat, and he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into the side. She shuddered, and he was dimly aware that her fingernails dug into his back harder with every luscious inch of her that he gained. He stopped his motions, pulled out in one delectable slide, pushed all the way in to the hilt.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, more of a prayer than a curse. She was paradise. Fucking nirvana. What breath he had was wrenched from his lungs. That hot sheath wrapped so tight around him, muscles stretched and quivering around his girth as she held him in her depths…
Candace ran her tongue over her lips, her blue eyes staring ravenously up at him despite the tears streaking her cheeks. Shit. She was about to eat him alive and request seconds. He knew it.
“You did it,” he murmured, managing a weak smile for her. He brushed at a droplet shining at the outside corner of her eye. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m more than okay.”
“Now tell me what you want me to do.”
“Move,” she said, sounding desperate. She made a little rocking motion with her hips.
“What happened to getting dirty?”
“Fuck me,” she all but snarled at him.
“That’s my girl.” Slowly, he withdrew, watching her face intently. She sighed, her eyes rolling back as her lids fell closed. When he was just about to slip out of her tight channel, instincts broke through and he shoved back in, fierce and deep.
She moaned, her knees lifting at his sides. “Please, please, please…”
“Like that?” he whispered, doing it again. Filling her up quick and hard, dragging out slow. A rosy glow was spreading up her cheeks, and she arched her br**sts against him so that the hard peaks of her ni**les grazed his chest as he moved. “Or how about this?” Rolling his hips rhythmically, he set a slow, fluid pace.
“Mmm, that’s…ohhh, Brian.”
Gauging her breathy moans, he found her sweet spot. Whenever his bead brushed it, she gasped and shuddered and clutched at him, so sensitive. Giving her time to get used to the sensation, he gradually decreased his movements until he was working that spot back and forth, until her sighing, staccato groans were musical with her pleasure.
“You’re the sweetest f**king thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, hearing how savage he sounded. He’d always been prone to letting crazy shit tumble out of his mouth during sex, things he sometimes didn’t even remember later, and he almost dreaded what she might tear loose from his soul without his permission.
Her tongue swept over her plump lips, leaving them glistening. Her arms tightened around him. She whimpered his name. More tears squeezed out from between her closed eyelids.