The kiss I laid on Masey to misdirect her ends up distracting me. A hint of coconut fills my nose, but now it’s combined with the scent of her pussy. Suddenly, I can’t resist sliding my palms down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass, and hauling her closer.
Masey melts against me and wriggles her slick, swollen folds against my cock. My blood ignites. My need surges, ripping away the vestiges of my control. I wanted to take this slow, make her ache before I finally gave in and filled her with every inch of my cock. Now?
Waiting isn’t an option.
With a growl, I lift her against me and follow her back to the mattress. On top now, I slant my mouth over hers again, sinking inside her sweetness.
It’s still not enough.
“Oh, honey…”
She tightens her arms around me, her lips burning a path over my shoulder and up my neck. “This is crazy.”
“This?” I can’t keep my mouth off her, either. I sweep across her jawline, urge her head back until I’m laving at her vulnerable throat, then tongue my way down to the dainty hollow below.
“This desire. I didn’t know I could feel anything this intense. After the climax you gave me—which made me realize I’ve never actually had one—I thought I’d be sated and ready to focus on you feeling good. But…”
“You want more.” A dirty grin spreads across my face.
She nods. “You don’t seem surprised.”
“Not even a little. I don’t want you satisfied yet.” I sit back on my knees just long enough to tear the condom wrapper open and roll it down my length. “I want to be deep inside you, driving your pleasure, when you’re satisfied.”
Her straight white teeth nip into that pouting lower lip. Is she trying to test my control?
Once the condom is in place, I lower myself back over her body, cock in hand, and fit the head against her opening. Masey is already holding her breath, body taut. I stroke her hair back from her forehead. “Don’t be nervous. I got you.”
She shakes her head. “I’m excited. This feels…right.”
Hell yeah, it does. And nothing is going to stop me now.
Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I nudge my way forward. She’s so slick that submerging into her is like a slide through melted butter. She’s warm and silken around me. Tight, yes. Dear god, is she. I close my eyes and groan as I keep plunging down and deeper.
Surprise fills her gasp, which quickly turns into a throaty moan. “Oh, Trace…”
I know exactly the shock she’s responding to. I expected being inside her to feel good. To tingle. To burn. But this isn’t like that. It isn’t like any pleasure I’ve ever felt. It’s bone-deep and hot. As I bury myself in her snug clasp all the way to the hilt, what I feel is sharp and urgent. It won’t be denied, put off, or controlled. This choke hold of desire is shutting off my brain, ramping up my respiration, and attuning my every receptor to Masey’s scent, body, flavor, and need.
I grind into her, trying desperately to get deeper. Her shocked stare locks onto me. Her nails claw into my back. Her legs wrap around me tightly, like she intends to keep me from withdrawing from her honeyed depths.
As if I’d leave now.
“Honey…” Gently, I withdraw enough to feel the mind-blowing tug and clasp of her flesh cling to me. But even that distance between us feels like too much, so I widen my palms on the mattress and use my leverage to thrust even deeper. “Jesus.”
Ecstasy rips the word from my throat. Masey whimpers out more of her need, then rocks with me, up to me, accommodating another inch of me. But it’s enough to make me sweat, groan again, and hold her tight.
What the fuck is going on between us? I’ve never felt anything like this.
“Yes.” She pants out before her plea turns high-pitched and sharp. “Yes.”
Fuck yes.
I brace my knees on the bed, palm one of her hips and lift it up, then ease back again, only to shove inside her with even more force and find my way a little deeper still.
What’s happening is stunning. A revelation. A fast-rising imperative. A fucking addiction.
“Too slow. More. Faster,” she pleads.
I’m not saying no to that, not when it’s something I need, too. “Hold on.”
She does—and not just with her hands but her whole body. Her fingers grip my