in her mouth and his hand was between her legs and she was going wild from the way he went after her, he was in control of himself.
So when he rolled over onto her and his thigh parted hers, she didn't flinch or hesitate. Her body was ready to take him inside. She knew it by the slippery feel of his fingers when he'd touched her. Knew it from her hunger for his sex, too.
He settled his weight on her comfortably and that gloriously hard part of him burned her core as it brushed against her. With a shift, his shoulders bunched up and he put his hand down between their bodies. The head of him found the doorway to her.
Butch propped himself up on his thick arms and stared down into her eyes as he started with that light rocking motion she remembered from before. She deliberately relaxed herself, trying to get as loose as possible even as she became a little nervous.
"You're so beautiful," he groaned. "You okay?"
She ran her hands up his ribs, feeling all the heavy bones under his skin. "Yes."
Pressure and release, pressure and release, a little deeper each time. She closed her eyes, feeling his body moving on top of her, inside of her. This time the stretching, the way her interior yielded to him, the fullness, struck her as delicious, not scary. On instinct, she arched, and as her hips came back to level, she realized that his pelvis and hers had come together.
She lifted her head and looked down. He was all the way in.
"How does it feel? You all right?" Butch's voice was ragged as his muscles flickered under sweat-soaked skin.
And then his erection jerked.
A stinging pleasure lit off deep inside of her and she moaned. "Dear Virgin in the Fade... do that again. I can feel you when you do that."
"I have a better idea."
As he drew his hips back, she grabbed onto his shoulders to stop the gliding retreat. "No, don't stop-"
He moved forward, pushing back into her flesh, filling her once more. Marissa's eyes popped and she shuddered, especially as he went again with the retreat and the advance.
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"Yes..." she said. "Better. This is even better."
She watched him as he rode her so carefully, his pecs and his arms flexed up hard, his belly muscles curling and uncurling as his hips rolled into her and relented.
"Oh... Butch." The vision of him, the feel of him. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on every subtle thing.
God, she hadn't expected sex to sound so erotic. With her lids closed, she heard the catch of his breath, the soft creaking of the bed, the rustle of the sheets as he repositioned one of his arms.
With every push and pull, she was getting hotter. And so was he. In no time, his slick skin went fever-baked and he began to breathe in short sucks of air.
"Marissa?"
"Yes..." she sighed.
She felt his hand go between their bodies. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come like this."
He started in with a wicked, licking touch while keeping up with the slow pump. Within moments, lightning gathered in her core and exploded, blasting out all over her, the orgasm locking her onto him in a series of contractions.
"Oh... yeah," he said hoarsely. "Grab onto me. That's what I like... shit."
When she finally went limp, she opened her eyes in a daze and found him looking at her with total awe... and more than a little concern.
"Was that all right?" he asked.
"Amazing." The relief that bled into his face made her chest ache. And then she realized something. "Wait...
what about you?"
He swallowed hard. "I would love to finish in you."
"Then do it."
"It's not going to take me long," he said under his breath.
As he began to move again, she went motionless and just absorbed the feel of him.
"Baby?" he said roughly. "This okay? You're so still."
"I want to know what your part is like."
"Heaven," he said into her ear. "With you, it's heaven."
He dropped down off his arms, his body hard and heavy as it began to churn above hers. She opened her legs as wide as they could go, her head moving up and down on the pillow from how he was pumping into her.
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God, he was strong.
With luscious propriety, she ran her hands across his bunched shoulders, then down his surging spine to the place that was hinging against her. She