Nothing more than release.
Nothing more than a way to clear his head.
She moved beneath him and shifted her hips up to try and take him inside and all reminders, all thoughts entirely fell away.
Bracing himself above her, he said, “Look at me,” knowing there was no way he could just take her like she was any other woman.
No matter how much he wanted to pretend otherwise, she was special.
And he had to make sure that he took care of her.
Her eyes flew to his. “Please, take me, Luke.”
It took every ounce of remaining control that he had not to drive himself into her. But he couldn't. Not if meant there was the slightest chance of his hurting her.
“We're going to do this slow. Easy.”
She didn't argue with words, she simply used her body instead by bucking her hips forcefully up into him.
He sucked in a hard breath as his head pushed into her slick heat. Even though the latex cover he could feel how hot, how wet she was. Nothing had ever felt this good. He wanted to rip the condom off and sink into her, skin on skin. But that was something reserved for a relationship. For commitment.
Not for a one night stand.
And just as he had suspected, he was far too thick to simply slide in the rest of the way. Even as wet and aroused as she clearly was, she'd need to get used to the size of his shaft and open up to him little by little.
She closed her eyes, but he needed her to keep them open so that he could watch her and make sure he wasn't hurting her.
She was so small. So perfect. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting her.
“Open for me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes flew open, wide and stunned.
It had been so natural to call her sweetheart that he almost hadn't noticed he'd done it. Now, he found himself holding himself up on one arm so that he could reach up and brush his fingers against her beautiful face.
He felt it then, the gentle easing of her inner muscles, and as he bent down to press his lips against hers, he slowly moved deeper.
He took her gasp of pleasure into his own lungs as he continued to slide in. Further and further he went, feeling her widen her legs beneath him even further, until she had taken more than half of his shaft.
He needed to stop, needed to make sure that she was okay, but for the first time in his life, he was all out of control. He needed to be in her, to the hilt, no matter what.
And then her ankles came around his hips, and she whispered, “I want all of you,” against his mouth a split second before she pushed his hips hard into hers with her legs.
For such a small woman, she was much stronger than he ever would have thought, almost strong enough to get what she wanted.
What they both wanted.
Despite his attempt at control, he slid in another inch, and then another. He could feel her heated flesh holding his erection so tightly that even breathing was enough at this point to send him over the edge as her tight inner muscles contracted against his painfully hard dick.
Finally, he accepted that there was no more holding back.
No more trying to be in control.
He had to take her.
Had to make her completely, irrevocably his.
And as she pushed her tongue against his, he thrust himself all the way into her.