overall size was reflected in every one of his body parts.
Particularly the part that defined him as a male.
As Helania sat herself down on his hard erection, he filled her up and stretched her wide. And that first one was literal, too. He was orgasming in a wild frenzy, and as she started to ride him, she loved everything about the sex they were having: that she was on top, that he had lost control, that he wanted her this much. Rolling her hips on top of him, her thighs lifting her up and down on his head and shaft, she arched and ran her hands through her hair, lifting the weight up over her shoulders and letting her breasts swing freely.
That was when she willed the light on.
The illumination chased the darkness away, the glow from the bedside table bathing her in a soft light.
Closing her eyes as her retinas stung, she kept up what she was doing, pumping on his pelvis, his sex going in and out of her, her breasts swaying. It seemed bizarre that she could be so uninhibited with someone she didn’t know well, but Boone made her feel beautiful, and besides, she wanted this.
She wanted him.
When she opened her lids, he was staring up at her with rapture, his eyes bouncing around between her tight, pink nipples, her mouth . . . and where they were joined.
“Oh, God . . . Helania.” His large hands reached forward and captured her breasts, his thumbs stroking over the supersensitive tips. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I’m not going to.”
Dropping her arms, she leaned over him and braced her weight on either side of him for better range of movement, her breasts swinging even more, brushing back and forth against his fingertips, bringing her ever closer to the pleasure he had already found.
She didn’t want to let herself go. She didn’t want this to be over. She could spend an eternity joined with him.
Her body had different ideas. Within moments, rhythmic contractions started in her core and carried her over the brink, her orgasm so sharp it was almost painful, the pleasure flooding through her.
“That’s right,” he groaned, “come for me.”
The world went on a spin at that point, but not because she was losing consciousness—although with all the sensations coursing through her, it was a wonder she didn’t pass out. But no, she wasn’t fainting; Boone was sweeping her off of him and rolling her to the side. With her bed only a modest twin, they had to shuffle arms and legs around so no one ended up on the floor, and then she wasn’t thinking about gravity.
He was on top of her, her thighs parting to accommodate his heavy body, his sex slipping back inside of her core like it was meant to be there and nowhere else. They stared at each other for a moment, and then he kissed her softly.
“Is this okay?” he said hoarsely.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed.
“You are so much more than I ever expected.”
Reaching up, she stroked his face. “And I would say the same back to you.”
Boone moved slowly at first, but that did not last. Before long, he was pumping into her hard, the bed banging against the wall, his pelvis slapping into the cradle of her own. Grabbing onto his shoulders, she tried not to score his skin with her nails and failed.
Helania had to hold on for dear life, and wasn’t that incredible.
Raw. Powerful. Dominating.
He was everything a warrior was supposed to be, shattering her previous awkward, largely unsatisfying, sexual experiences, blowing everything, even her fantasies, out of the water. And as her body absorbed his penetrations, her head went back and forth on the pillow, her view of the ceiling vacillating as he advanced and retreated with all the strength in his rugged body.
Even though it was not over yet, she couldn’t wait to be with him again.
* * *
No clue how long it lasted.
When Boone’s hips finally locked into Helania’s, and his sex kicked out one last ejaculation, he was utterly and completely spent. And as his arms abruptly lost their strength, he barely managed to twist to the side to avoid crushing her.
They both were breathing hard, their sexes still joined thanks to the torque of his spine, their skin covered in a sheen of sweat.
He had made a mess all over her. And given that sensuous smile on her face? She didn’t mind one bit.
Opening his mouth, he wanted to say the perfect thing. Express the