More Than Protect You (More Than Words #6.5) - Shayla Black Page 0,56

hands even tighter, her nails beginning to dig in. Then her breathing stutters. Her breaths become a mix of pants and whimpers. Her thighs tighten on me.

Yeah, she’s close again. And thank fuck because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out when she feels this damn good.

Mandy tears her mouth free. “Tanner, please!”

“Still burning, baby?”

She nods emphatically. “I need it. It’s never been… I’ve never felt…oh, this. Yes.”

“That’s it. Almost there, and it’s going to be so good.”

I know that because sensations are skittering down my spine. The same burn she’s fighting heats my blood and fires the rest of me. This orgasm is building, steadily, quickly, monumentally. When it comes, it’s going to blow away every notion I’ve ever had of pleasure and leave me wanting only Mandy. I’ll do anything—everything—to have her under me, open to me, and crying out for me for the rest of my life.

“Tanner. I’m begging. Please!”

“And god, I love it.” I ease back on the depth and pace of my strokes, holding her orgasm hostage just a bit longer. “Give me more, baby…and I’ll give you more.”

Her gaze tangles with mine. Desperation lights her eyes. Her body undulates beneath me. Despite the fact she’s biting her lush lower lip, she still can’t hold all her whimpers in. “You can’t leave me like this. I just need…”

“A little more?”

“Yes.” Her fingernails dig deeper into my hand. “Yes. Please…”

I love hearing her plead. Maybe that means I’m messed up or something, but hearing Mandy beg for more of me and my touch does amazing things to my libido. I haven’t felt really wanted in years. Ellie’s sex drive definitely fell off a cliff once she realized there would be no children, and I haven’t let myself be this intimately involved in someone’s pleasure since. Sure, we fucked. But it was nothing like this. What I’m sharing now with Mandy is unlike anything I’ve imagined or felt.

Sliding my cheek against hers, I press my lips to her ear, then ease deep inside her again. “Fuck, your begging turns me on.”

“Please…”

Her next words devolve into whimpers. She tries to wrap her arms around me, but I hold her down. She can’t distract me now. I want her to feel every sensation I’m dying to give her.

Our stares meet again, and I fuse them together as I stretch our joined hands high above her head and press her into the mattress. Slowly, I withdraw again, this time almost completely.

“No. No… No! You can’t—” More whimpers ensue and her skin turns rosier.

She’s right on the edge. I feel her clenching on me tighter than ever. I hear it in her breathing. It’s clear from her keening need.

I love ramping Mandy up and keeping her on edge. I have a feeling this is something I’ll want to do to her again and again, not only for the sheer mind-fuck, but because I know it’s going to make her orgasm cataclysmic. That’s worth all the suffering on my end, too.

But I can’t hold out much longer, not when everything about her is undoing me so utterly.

“I won’t stop,” I assure her with gritted teeth. “You want more? Harder? Now?”

“Yes!” She grinds up against me. “Yes. Now!”

“Baby…” I release her hands and clamp them around her hips, moving her with me stroke for stroke as I pick up the pace to something pounding and swift.

Her eyes widen. Her nails dig into my back. Her pussy tightens. The bed shakes and moans. Then she lets loose a sharp, hoarse cry as her entire body jolts and shudders under me.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced—and there’s no way I can stave off the ecstasy mainlining through my veins and setting every cell and nerve ending ablaze. The orgasm hits next, felling me with a sucker punch of satisfaction that rips away all control and leaves me shaking in the aftermath of something too incredible to name.

Beneath me, Mandy can’t seem to catch her breath, but she still finds a way to worship me with her soft, sweet lips across my shoulder and up my neck before she’s pressing a soft, exhausted buss against my mouth.

“Oh, wow…” she pants out. “I’ve never felt anything… I had no idea.”

“Same.” I manage to prop myself up on unsteady arms, despite feeling totally like a noodle. “That was amazing.”

“Beyond.”

I turn to look at the clock on the nightstand. “We’ve got over three hours before we have to pick Oliver up. Should we do that