Can’t Escape Love by Alyssa Cole Page 0,39
but his body pressed up along hers, skin to skin. He settled between her legs, the length of his cock notching against her slit, and her moans when she circled her hips to rub against him.
“Condoms?” he asked.
“Bedside table.”
He leaned away from her to tug the drawer open, accidentally pulling it out of the nightstand completely. He grabbed a condom from a pink organizational tray and dropped the drawer to the floor with a clatter.
“Sorry,” he said, returning his mouth to hers.
Her rough exhalations caressed his lips. “Put it on. I want you.”
Her words magnified whatever the feeling was in his chest, and then she reached between them to stroke him, first through the fabric of his boxers and then sliding her hand under the elastic waistband to grip his erection. She ran her loosely circled fingers up and down his shaft, her thumb caressing the sensitive spot under the head of his cock as she did so. Her hips rocked up against him, and the desire in her eyes sent an arc of pleasure through him so strong that he bit his lip against the desire to pump into her hand and ride it to completion.
“I want you,” she said again, her voice an insistent whisper.
“Don’t say that again for a little while,” he said hoarsely. “I can only withstand so much.”
He stood, shucked his boxers, and carefully rolled on the condom. He crouched between her legs to kiss her thighs and slide off her underwear before crawling into the center of the bed beside her as she clambered back.
“Wait.” He unlatched the hook on the front of her bra with one hand, revealing the perfect, dark brown–tipped mounds of her breasts. He teased her with his thumb and forefinger, and she groaned.
“Gus? I’m trying not to be demanding, but I really need you to fuck me or I seriously might explode.”
He laughed, rolling on top of her and settling between her legs again. “I like it when you’re demanding.”
“Lucky you.” When she kissed him, a soft, sweet contrast to her words, Gus groaned and thrust into her. He sucked in a breath at the almost overwhelming pleasure. The clamp of her inner walls around his cock, the way her eyes slammed shut and she cried out.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel good. You smell good, you taste good, you . . .” Gus couldn’t talk anymore. He lost his words to the sensation running down his spine, squeezing his balls, squeezing his heart. He wouldn’t tell her what he was feeling—he would show her.
He thrust into her hard, not minding the burn in his scalp as she tugged at his hair and the crescents of pleasure-pain that she left in his shoulders as she gripped him. She threw one leg over his hip, spreading herself wider, taking him in deeper, and holding him closer.
Gus buried his face in her neck, the sweat from his brow and her temple pooling where their skin touched, their moans mingling in the air between the four posts of her bed.
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
That one word urged him to slide her other leg up around his waist and lean forward so that his thrusts hit her at a new angle. Reggie didn’t like asking for things—if she said please, he would make sure not to disappoint.
He looked down into her wide brown eyes and saw the moment just before her climax hit her, just before her body went taught and her pussy clamped him so tight that he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He tried to say her name as the pleasure walloped him from all sides, but he thought maybe he only emitted a series of grunts. Heat and light and pure ecstasy exploded in him, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew what he’d seen in Reggie’s eyes—it had turned the last piece of the Rubik’s Cube in his chest, amplifying his orgasm so that he had to clench his teeth against the force of it.
He collapsed on top of her and then rolled them to their sides, pulling her close so he could feel her racing heartbeat against his, just for a moment. She didn’t pull away, despite their sweatiness.
“That was . . .” Her leg twitched between his. “Damn, Gus.”
She kissed him on the ear, a quick peck because she seemed too jelly-boned and satiated to hold her head up for longer, and he felt like it signaled some new intimacy in their relationship.
He finally opened his eyes, feeling that