“You’re tight enough without your thighs squeezed together. Spread them for me, Abby.”
She’d only put a sliver of room between her legs when Russell thrust his entire length inside her. His hand dropped from her chin to catch her when she fell forward with a muffled cry. “Oh my God. So big . . . so big.”
“Jesus.” He spoke through clenched teeth. “Don’t say that.”
Her breaths came out sounding more like sobs. “Y-you don’t like hearing that?”
“Every guy likes hearing that, Abby.” He ran his teeth up the side of her neck, struggling like hell to maintain some sense of control. Over his body. Over his emotions. “Just save it for next time, okay? When I don’t have five days’ worth of needing to fuck you weighing down my balls.” He reared back and thrust deep, felt her pussy stretch around him. “You feel it?”
“Yes. I feel it, I feel it.”
Knowing he only had a few minutes before he lost the battle with his lust, Russell dropped his forehead onto Abby’s shoulder and set a slow rhythm. “It’s got to be inside you this time. I’m not pulling out of all this tightness.”
“I don’t want you to,” she breathed. “Please, don’t.”
Ah God, the little muscles in her pussy were gripping him, making each stroke mind-blowing. So fucking hot that his pace kicked up a notch, as he’d known it would. The heavy flesh hanging between his thighs slapped her with each pleasure-seeking drive, echoing off the slick bathroom tile. He was grunting like a goddamn animal, and he didn’t give a fuck, it felt so good.
Abby pushed her legs apart a few more inches, and white light flashed in his vision. No way he’d just sunk even deeper. No way. He lifted his head to see her eyes closed tight, mouth open, tits bouncing as he broke her off.
And felt his control begin to slip. “Hips tilted back. The way you do when I’m giving you my mouth. I want your ass up on my stomach. Do it.” His hand found her backside, palm tingling with the need to slap it. But he tamped down on the impulse and drove into her harder, instead. Harder, harder. “Ask me for it, Abby. Ask me to give you what I’ve been storing up.”
Her voice vibrated as she bounced. “Please, can I have it?”
“This?” He reached around and found her clit, teased the bud with his middle finger. “You want this?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, imploring his reflection. “But I want . . . I want you to use your hand on me. I can tell . . . can tell you want it.”
Russell cursed at the realization that his left hand held her ass in a punishing grip, to prevent himself from spanking that supple flesh. Fuck, the sight, her request, made him thrust all the harder. “No. Not until I know how not to hurt you.”
She fell forward onto the sink, bracing herself on two elbows. “Please.”
Slap. Slapslapslap. The pinpricks of disappointment in his lack of restraint were eclipsed by Abby’s response. She moaned, body writhing as the flesh that held him captive tightened on his cock, shaking the climax right out of him. Demanding he follow her into the oblivion she created. Russell buried his forehead into her upper back and growled as achy pressure drained from below his waist. His arms banded around Abby, dragging her upright. Absorb her. Crawl inside her. Mine. Mine. Can’t get close enough. Love her. Love her so much.
ABBY CAME BACK to reality by degrees. Since that night at the beach, she’d been blocking the memory of what her body felt like postsex. Well used. Replete. Satiated. It was almost as good as the act itself because relief blanketed her mind, the pleasure of satisfying herself, satisfying a man making her limbs heavy. A smile curved her mouth. And there was the knowledge that another buildup would start right away, leading to more. More of Russell inside her.
One emotion she hadn’t blocked successfully throughout the last five days? Love. That love for Russell had manifested itself in anger. Drive to break free of the debilitating work cycle. But it had been there, pushing at the backs of her eyelids, swimming in her stomach. Love so tangible that it eddied around her ankles, rising and rising like a warm current until she started to spin with it in slow circles. She wanted to throw her hands up to the sky and demand rain. It made no sense,