bite followed on the other cheek, answering her request.
“Fill me,” she begged, her voice too thready to be an order.
His rumbled growl was deep with the longing that burned in her. He kissed up her spine, his heat coming over her back as he nuzzled into her neck. He covered her, shoulders to hips, his erection riding her crease.
“I’m going to fill you so full you won’t be able to think of anything but me.” He sucked on her neck, teeth digging in before he released the skin. “You won’t be able to forget me.” His breath was hot on her neck, her own musky scent wafting off him to catch in her nostrils. She inhaled, held it.
“I won’t,” she mumbled, almost incoherent with the wanton desire that pounded through her sex to labor in her chest. She doubted she’d ever forget him. Didn’t want to forget him.
He lurched up, and she thrust back, smacking into him before he gripped her hips.
“Wait.” His command was firm, like his hold, and she stilled. Listened. To the ripping of the condom wrapper, the click of a cap and subsequent squelch of the lubricant.
The cool liquid hit her anus in a sharp contrast that yanked a hiss through her teeth. She jerked away, but he followed, circling the bud before pressing in. Everything went warm then, the slow in and out of his finger scattering her thoughts.
Fear had no place here. She trusted him to take care of her. To see to her pleasure like he’d always done.
Her breath caught when he added another finger, the stretch burning. She clenched around the added girth, a dual act to keep him in and push him out.
A spear of passion jolted through her groin when he thrust a second set of digits into her vagina, syncing his movements in a slow glide of building need. The double penetration was mind-blowing, an overriding cadence of heat and pressure and pleasure.
Needy sounds poured from her throat. She clenched the bedding, muscles tense and loose at once. She rocked into him in an attempt to reach her climax, to increase the pace so she could find that apex.
“Hold on,” he soothed. “Almost ready.”
She shook her head, hair damp and matted to her brow, but she had no strength to brush it away. “I’m ready,” she managed to say.
Oh God, she was ready. Every nerve ending snapped with baited energy, and heat burned from her skin, enflamed by the fire he continued to build. Her pulse hammered a heavy war beat that vibrated through her chest and head.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The hoarse truth of his words raked over her dulled eardrums. He pulled out of her, both holes flexing around the sudden emptiness again. A whimper slithered through her gasps for air.
Then he was there, pressing on her puckered hole, steadying her hips as he eased inside.
She bit her lip, the stretch stinging. Her air was gone, lungs empty. He was huge. She bore down, reflexively trying to get it out even if she didn’t want that.
He popped in then, the tight ring giving enough to allow him entrance. Their mutual groans tore through the room. He dropped forward, bracing around her, forehead grinding into her back.
“So good,” he mumbled, sinking in farther.
She sucked in a breath, blew it out and let go. Her resistance gave way then, muscles relaxing in an almost sudden switch that had him bottoming out in a gasp.
Full. So very full. Strange. Good.
She squirmed, ass wiggling in demand. Her vagina clenched in absent need while her body begged for more.
She grabbed his flank, nails digging into his skin. “Move.” Her voice was pitched high with wanton abandon and she swallowed to make it firmer. “Move. Please. Just...” He slid out, his dick rippling over her inner walls in a passionate caress like no other. “Move.” The word whimpered out of her right before he plunged back in.
“God, Jac...”
His choked cry was lost in the driving sensation that overtook all thought, all words, everything but the rush that raged through her. How was this so... Who knew it’d be...
He slammed home, repeating the motion hard and fast, grunting with each ending that drove her forward before she shoved back. Her orgasm raced to the edge, her body screamed for release from the powerful pressure that’d built.
“Jac.” He blanketed her back, sweat slicking against hers, breath rushing over her neck. The bed jerked with his thrusts. “I can’t... I need...”