no encouragement. Lane's mouth went right for my neck, and he kissed, sucked, and then nipped at that spot again. One hand held his body off mine, but the other slid down my thigh, lifting it against his hip. He was being careful again.
"Stop holding back," I reminded him.
He bent to kiss my sternum, his eyes turned up to watch my face. "I just don't know where to start. I want to devour all of you." Then he moved to flick his tongue over my right breast. "To feel every squirm you make against me." He shifted his arm, moving his hand between our bodies until his thumb slid across my clit, making me gasp. "Needing you isn't about getting myself off. It's this." His thumb made circles on my clit. "Taking very good care of my woman."
I couldn't even reply to that. He was pressing just right, and the feel of his hips between my knees only made it better. I had something to wrap my legs around, so I did, using his mass when my body wanted to pump into the pleasure. Lane sat up, his eyes never leaving my face, but the next time my hips bucked, his other hand grabbed my waist.
Without stopping his thumb, he held me there with my ass off the mattress. Using nothing but his hips, he lined himself up and slowly - torturously - pushed into me. I felt my body stretching around him even as he teased my clit a little higher, and his lips curled deviously. He didn't thrust, though. He just filled me while his thumb did all the work until I wasn't sure I could take anymore. I could feel the tingling, the pressure, and every inch of my body was begging for attention.
That was when he finally pumped into me. One single time, and it was the last bit of sensation I could handle. The orgasm hit hard and I didn't try to hold back. My hips shuddered, rocking across him in time with the waves coursing through my body, and I groaned loudly.
Lane flopped forward, pulling his hands away to hold himself off me, but his groan matched mine. "Fuck, you come hard," he breathed. Then he slowly pulled back. "And so wet. You feel so good." He pushed back in, taking his time about it. "Now I'm going to make you come again."
The next thrust was hard and fast, making my back arch until my breasts pressed into him. His arm slid under me, holding me there, but his hips didn't stop. Again, then again, Lane rocked into me, even as he bent to kiss at my neck. I could hear him panting with the effort, and my skin was still on fire, but this felt so good.
My body was still sensitive, so close to that last orgasm that he was getting me there again quickly. I grabbed at the back of his head, holding my body against his. Every time he moved, his chest brushed against my nipples. As he slid into me, I pumped in time, taking him even deeper. My eyes closed, my head leaned back, and somewhere in there I stopped caring about anything but the way I felt in his arms.
This was my man, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was where I belonged. Pressing my face against the side of his neck, I kissed as he rocked us together, letting him have complete control. I could taste the salt of his skin on my lips. I let my tongue tease the coarse stubble under his jaw. My fingers tangled in his hair and pushed into the muscles of his back. For just a moment, I was all his, and it felt so good.
Lying under Lane, I was so small and delicate. The sound of his panting breaths and pleased grunts made me feel sexy. This man was mine, and he would never leave me, but I was also his. I was meant to be here. Nothing in my life had ever felt so right. I'd tried not to get too attached, but feeling him inside me, pressed against me, and lost in my body, I stopped worrying about all of that and just gave in.
"Mine," Lane said again, but this time it was a whisper against the side of my neck.
Then his teeth closed on my skin and he growled in a way I'd never heard before. Not like a man, but like