His teeth scraped the hard point, spiking her need.
She cried out at the intense pleasure and he quickly covered her mouth, gently admonishing her with a “Ssh” against her ear. “You don’t want to wake the house, do you?” She felt his smile against the whorls of her ear.
She nodded and he slid his hand away, dragging it back down to her breast, fondling the mound until her entire body was an inferno, boiling from the inside and ready to burst.
His manhood nudged at her core, the hard heaviness of him rubbing against her. The intimacy of him over her, splayed between her thighs, prodding her, left her gasping, desperate to be filled. Her inner muscles clenched, aching with need.
Perry seized her lips in a consuming kiss. There was no sliding into it. No gentle easing. Nothing soft or mild. His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking her own tongue until she moaned, a writhing wreck beneath him. She pushed up toward the hard length of him.
He seized her head with both hands as their kiss grew wild and hungry. His hand descended on her breast in a fiery trail. He tweaked her nipple, rolling and pinching it, coiling her passion higher, tighter. She felt that familiar swell building and coming over her again. Just like at the pond with the warm rock bed under her. This time she had a soft bed and it was an improvement.
The head of him prodded her opening. Moisture rushed between her legs. She wiggled her hips eagerly until his manhood began pushing inside her.
She inhaled sharply at the tip of him entering her.
He paused. “Is this . . . do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No!” The very idea of him stopping filled her with panic.
He smiled slightly, knowingly, and then gave the faintest teasing nudge, deepening his penetration. The motion had her puffing and wiggling. “Say it. Say what you want,” he encouraged.
“What I want?” She was confused . . . and in torment and could scarcely form a thought.
“My cock,” he supplied. “You want my cock, Imogen? Ask for it.”
At his profane speech, she grew wetter. The ache between her legs was almost painful now.
Anxious for all of him, she pushed up against his hardness, seeking relief.
“Say it,” he instructed. “Cock.”
“Cock,” she snapped. Then softer, pleading, need thick in her throat: “I want your cock. Please.”
He gave her what she wanted and met her hunger, lodging himself deeply, seating himself all the way with a rumbling groan.
There was no resistance. Just a general stretching and burning that wasn’t completely comfortable, but any discomfort diminished alongside the delicious friction of him as he set a pace, moving inside her.
His lips brushed her head. “Your quim feels so good . . . perfect.”
Nodding wildly, she panted, her fingers clenching on his shoulders, hanging on as he withdrew and drove inside her.
Her nails scored his shoulders. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His fingers clasped the generous flesh of her thighs and she felt the imprint of each one like a fiery mark. He growled deeply and thrust again. And again. And again.
He reached between them, finding her slick warmth, that tiny nub of pleasure he had lavished such attention on at the pond, and put his fingers to it, pushing and rolling and rubbing until she began to tremble.
The pressure gave way inside her. Snapped like a band. Shudders racked her, starting at her core and eddying out through her body as she burst.
She collapsed back on the bed, her body a limp, boneless heap. Gasping and winded, her chest heaved as though she’d run a great distance. He thrust a few more times and followed fast on her heels with his own release. He quickly withdrew from her body at the last moment and spent himself in her bedding.
He dropped down on the bed beside her with his arm wrapped around her, tucking her into his side. His breath fell hard beside her, ruffling her hair. “That was . . .”
“Lovely,” she supplied.
“Lovely,” he agreed with a chuckle.
“Marvelous,” she added.
“Yes. That, too.” His hand stroked her arm in gentle, rhythmic movements, up and down, from her elbow to her shoulder.
“That’s nice.” She sighed and nestled closer into his side. Just for a little while.
It couldn’t last. She knew that, but for just a moment she would enjoy it. She’d enjoy him. She would revel in his closeness, in his touch, in the warmth of his body and not