Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,25
girl. You’re so tight. So wet and hot. And it’s all for me.” Sweat started to bead on his temples from his exertion, or maybe it was because he was trying so hard to stay in control. “I’ll never want anyone but you.”
Gio had always been everything I wanted, needed, fantasized about.
He grunted in ecstasy. “Take all of me, Pyper.” Gio thrust into me, hitting something deep and sensitive, something that had my back arching again, my breasts being pushed out even more, my nipples hardening further. I opened my mouth and cried out. Gio kissed me, muffling the sound, stealing the desire that spilled from me, the air that left me. While still kissing me, he reached between us and ran his finger over my clit.
And just like that, I came again.
I felt how my inner muscles clenched around his length, his girth so substantial even that act of my body sucking at him, trying to draw him in more, had a gasp leaving me.
“Christ,” he ground out and leaned in to kiss me hard, possessively… as if he were claiming me, like his life depended on it. Gio thrust inside me again and again and again. Once, twice, and on the third time, he slammed into my body hard enough I slid up on the mattress. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, holding on, digging my nails into his skin. The pleasure wracked me, had me writhing for him, under him, seeking more.
“Pyper. God, my Pyper.” His jaw was so clenched, his teeth gnashing together.
I felt how hard his body became as he came in me. And I swore—as I stared up at him with no doubt this wonder on my face—I felt the powerful jets of his orgasm fill me.
With his pelvis pressed all the way against mine, his body still on top of me, and the hard pumps of his cum filling my pussy, all I could do was hold on.
I hadn’t been the same since I realized I loved him. But tonight? Tonight, I knew this changed everything irrevocably.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He was still coming, still holding onto me as if he thought I’d leave.
The sounds that came from him were gruff and guttural, wholly masculine. It was when I felt the tenseness start to leave him, as I watched him stare into my eyes, that I knew something monumental was coming. I felt it like an impending storm.
“I love you,” he whispered. The way he watched me, stared into my eyes, left no room for doubt just how strongly he meant those words.
He was right here with me, as I was with him.
I thought about his words, let them sink in, let them wash through me and over me and around me. I stared into his eyes and felt as if my heart was out of my chest. Gio owned it. “I love you.” Those words felt so good finally coming out of me.
He made this low sound of pleasure, closed his eyes for a second, then rested his chest on mine, breathing harshly. I held him like he held me, nothing ever having felt more right than this one moment.
For several long moments, we did nothing but breathe heavily. And to my disappointment, Gio moved off me. I could do nothing but stare at the ceiling, letting the experience wash through me. There was a delicious ache, this pain between my thighs, the wetness from my arousal, from Gio’s orgasm, coating the most sensitive, the most intimate part of me.
Gio rolled onto his side and pulled me toward him, holding me, and God it felt so good, like this was right where I should be.
“I love you,” he said again, his voice a rumble against my neck. “So much it hurts me to look at you. I feel like what I feel for you, the emotions I have for you, will consume me until there isn’t anything left.” He pulled me in closer, then reached out and covered us with the blanket. I didn’t want to worry about anything except this moment, being in Gio’s arms, knowing what we’d given each other.
“Gio,” I moaned his name. “I love you too, Gio. I’ve loved you for years.”
He kissed my throat, and I melted against him. God, he smelled good, felt even better. I closed and rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heart start to slow to a more normal beat.
“I can’t let you go, Pyper. I don’t care what anyone says,