Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,108

my swollen clit once more. I wobble, grip his shoulders.

Barrett gives a tight laugh, then sinks to the floor with me still on him.

“Jesus Christ.” The words are grunts.

I feel his dick throb in me as he lays me on my back and pushes in. He hunches over me, cupping my neck, kissing my mouth, his hips bucking against mine, driving him a little deeper. He draws out. I push against him as he sinks back in.

“Ahh,” he grits. “You…feel…so goddamned…fucking…good.”

He lifts one leg and then my other over his tall shoulders. I feel myself tremble—or maybe him.

“Okay?” he rasps. His heavy-lidded eyes meet mine, inquiring through the haze.

I nod. I groan. It kind of hurts…and yet….the pain is good. I’ve never felt so full.

At this angle, every movement has me seeing stars. I grunt and groan and Barrett whispers words I’m too lust-drunk to understand. His finger finds my clit, my throbbing clit, and skates slickly around it till I’m screaming.

“That’s right, Gwennie…” Distantly, I hear our flesh slapping together. The world seems to melt around his cock, his massive cock, his thrusting cock. I’m stretched around it, clenched around it… Fury starts to build around it. My shaking hands grasp at his thighs, spread around me. I clamp my legs down on his shoulders, so lit up with pleasure I can barely breathe.

I feel him shaking, hear him panting.

At a moment when he’s buried deep as ever, he strokes around where we’re joined, teasing my stretched lips, and then, with one more rock against me, he strokes my clit. I gasp as heaven swells between my legs and spills like lava through me. I can feel him twitch, feel warmth burst in me.

Barrett’s groan is rough and long. I feel his hand squeeze my thigh and realize my legs are still over his shoulders. His hands come warm and gentle around my ankles, lowering my legs then drawing slowly out of me.

His eyes are sagging. He looks drugged. I laugh because I feel so good. He chuckles too.

“I’m sorry I…” He shakes his head and murmurs, “Hang on.”

He disappears into my kitchen, coming back with warm, wet paper towels. As he presses one between my legs, he meets my eyes. “I’m clean. I should have mentioned yesterday. I’m—”

“No,” I whisper, touching his wrist. “That was perfect.”

I stroke his knee as Barrett cleans me up, and when he’s finished, I grasp his damp forearm and tug him down beside me.

“I like this,” I sigh.

Silence passes. Finally, I hear him rumble, “So do I.”

BARRETT

My dick has never felt this good. Yeah, it’s been a while since I was with someone, but I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s her. When I slide into her, I feel everything go still, and in that sweet void, the pleasure burns through me like a bushfire.

I look down at Gwenna, leaning back on her elbows, head tipped back, her body bare, her mouth curved.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. So much more so than I realized before I spoke to her. And now I’ve been inside her. I think about the groceries waiting in her kitchen, how once I realized we would fuck first, I had planned to make her dinner afterward. Suddenly I can’t abide that plan.

I ask her, “Are you hungry?”

“Not that hungry, but I could go for something.”

I need to feel her skin against mine for a little longer first. I scoop her up and toss her carefully over my shoulder, then I stride off toward her room.

“What are we doing?” she laughs, gripping my waist with her arms.

“You’ll see.”

I carry her into the bathroom, where I set her on her feet and start the tub.

I realize she just showered—she had a towel on her head when I got here—but I can’t seem to help myself. I want to hold her. There’s no other way to do it without telling her I need it. And I don’t want to show her that yet. I’m not sure I can.

“Do you like tacos?” I ask as I adjust the water temp.

“Is that what you brought in the giant backpack?”

I glance over my shoulder, giving her an exaggerated poker face that’s meant to make her laugh. “Is that what you want to be in the giant backpack?”

“I’d like that.” She smiles.

“Well you’re in luck.” I get the water hot, the way I think she likes it, and sit back on my heels while Gwenna pulls her shirt and bra off. She crosses her arms over her