Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,56
inch of him to my gaze.
When he was naked, he crawled back on the bed, and this time, when he settled into me, his hardness met my softness for real.
It wasn’t the first time he’d done this, wasn’t the first time he’d rocked his hips, letting the tip of the glans burrow into me, rock against my clit. Maybe because I knew him so well, this all went so easily. I’d expected to be scared, for the memories to hit me. I’d expected for terror to flood my veins, for the past to shadow the present, but it didn’t.
If anything, I could only focus on him.
Focus on us.
That was all I knew, all I saw.
I sucked in a breath as he nipped my bottom lip before he moved down to my tits, sucking on the nipples, moving further down, kissing my belly, making my skin quiver, before he veered toward my pussy.
This was safe ground, solid ground. I lifted one leg, raised my foot and rested it on his shoulders as he started to eat me out. I groaned as his mouth worked its magic on me, sucking on my clit with the expertise of a virtuoso, one who specialized in me. I groaned again as he slurped on me like I was a feast, thrust his tongue into me, reminding me of what was going to happen today before he retreated to my clit and sucked down on me hard and fast.
Two fingers slipped into my gate, and though I flinched at first because he surprised me, I settled in for the ride. He’d been scissoring his fingers inside me for a while, getting me used to a presence there, and I moaned when a third made an appearance, and the stretch was a little more intense than I expected.
I dug my hips into the bed, letting him have at me, letting him taste me and prepare me, ready me for him and what he was going to gift me, before he gave me no choice but to come.
His endless licks and flicks to my clit had me shooting off like a rocket, and I soared high and hard, shrieking loudly as he raked his fingers upward, touching the front wall of my pussy, jerking me into sensation that was ground we’d covered long ago.
His fingers carried on scissoring, his mouth carried on tormenting me, and I let him, I let him do what he wanted, do what he thought I needed because he knew my body better than I did.
I’d come to him ashamed and embarrassed, uncomfortable with myself and sex. Fumbled jilling sessions under the sheets was how I’d gone to him, but now? I was open and proud of my body, unashamed and capable of glorying in what we did together.
When he took me to the edge, yet again, I moaned when he stopped. I didn’t even have it in me to be scared when he positioned himself, his dick at my pussy, the thick, blunt tip pushing into the small, soft slit that belonged to him.
His eyes were on mine, narrowed and fierce as I opened up to him, and I didn’t let go of the connection, made sure he saw what I was feeling and thinking, made sure he sensed my lack of panic.
And in the grand scheme of things, the terror I’d expected wasn’t there.
Because it was Link.
Because I was his.
And because he was mine.
I sucked in a breath when it grew a little painful, but the pain wasn’t a trigger. If anything, I was relieved when he pushed through, thrusting into me until I could feel him all the way inside me.
Gulping at the sensation of fullness, of thickness, I watched his eyes close, his head tip back, and his face grow tense. I knew why too.
Heaven.
He was in heaven.
A heaven I gave him.
I bit my lip at the sight, needing him on top of me, needing to be closer, but also needing to give him this moment. He’d been waiting on this for months, waiting and waiting, never knowing when I’d be ready, so if he could be patient with me, I sure as hell could be for him.
Then, his head rocked forward and he moved atop me, like he’d read my mind. He hitched my legs higher around him, rocking my pelvis up so that I could take him better. The position changed things, I wasn’t sure what, but suddenly, he was deeper and there was no pain.