she found herself nodding, desperately wanting him to touch her again. “And you want more, don’t you?” he asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes. Please,” she begged, almost ashamed that she was so weak. But never before had anyone had this kind of an impact and she wasn’t sure how to handle it.
“My pleasure,” he said, his thumb moving over the hard nubbin again, watching with an almost painful need as her body tightened, bowed against his hand, begging him for more.
He tried to hold back, but he wanted her too desperately. “Hold onto me,” he growled and didn’t wait until she complied this time. It was too urgent, his need riding him hard. If she weren’t so perfect, didn’t fit so precisely in his arms, he might resent that she could do this to him, but he couldn’t even think about resentment. His whole body was primed to delve into hers and he needed her to be right there with him. So he pulled her arms up so they were wrapped around his neck then used both of his hands to slip the leggings off of her long, slender legs, taking the scrap of black cotton along with them.
He looked down at her, perfectly naked in his arms and he almost lost his control. He wanted this woman painfully. Bending her backwards, he forced her to balance in his arms, trusting him completely while his mouth covered her nipple. She gasped, her body shaking as his lips, teeth and tongue drove her almost completely mad with desire. She tried to pull away, but then pulled him back, begging for more. Her hips were pressing against his and he ripped his shirt off, tearing a few buttons in his desperate need to have her hands touch him.
“I want you,” he growled and lifted her into his arms, blindly seeking her bed and almost shouting when he found it through the only door in the apartment. He laid her down on the mattress and looked down at her, ripping his clothes off and grabbed protection. He slid it on quickly, seeing the confusion enter her lovely eyes that, only a moment ago, had been begging him to keep going. When he leaned over her, he was relieved when her hands automatically touched his shoulders, but there was still that aching drive to possess her, to have all of her. But she had to be right there with him or he couldn’t continue.
His hands skimmed along her body, heating her up, obliterating any questions about what he was about to do. He kissed her, demanding a response and when he got it, he slid easily into her heat.
Wyndi felt the invasion and tried to gasp, but he was kissing her and she had trouble focusing. Her hips lifted and she flinched ever so slightly, her nails digging into the taut muscles on his shoulders. But then the fleeting pain was gone and all she felt was…full. And it was right somehow even though a small bit uncomfortable.
She looked up into his eyes, saw the brief shock and knew what he was about to say but she didn’t want that right now. She didn’t want to answer questions or hear recriminations. This fullness was new and very interesting, but she couldn’t seem to stop shifting her hips, needing him to do….something. She knew what came next, but she wasn’t sure how to make this extremely large man move when he was too focused on being gentle with her. She didn’t want or need gentle. She needed…
“Yes!” she gasped when his shifted his hips. She lifted her own to meet his thrust and closed her eyes, arching into him so she could feel him more completely. “Please don’t stop,” she begged.
And he didn’t. With each thrust, she went higher. Not exactly feeling good, but these new sensations definitely weren’t bad. But she needed him to move faster! Harder!
Tamar watched as the slender woman thrashed underneath him, her body arching, begging him and he could barely control his own desire to slam into her, to take her fully with all the need surging through him. Never had any woman caused him to be this desperate for fulfillment, but he restrained his need with brutal control, driving into her, lifting her hips and shifting his own to give her maximum pleasure. He’d never suspected such a feisty, beautiful woman could be a virgin, but since this one was, or had been,