Work In Progress (Red Lipstick Coalition #3) - Staci Hart Page 0,117
I flexed my hips, breaching her gently.
She gasped into my mouth, her body locking from the shock. The resistance was immediate and complete, the heat of her gripping me with a strength that drew a pleasurable pulse from my cock.
I stayed seated where I was, lips lowering to press a kiss to her sweet mouth, to remind her. To give her a moment to warm to the sensation, to acquaint herself with the feeling, not needing more from her but her kiss. My fingers traced her breast, thumbed the tight tip. Trailed lower, found the mound of her, brushed her still-swollen clit until she was soft under me, the velvet vise of her body opening, her hips rocking, settling her body onto mine in invitation.
Another gentle flex, pressing into her by increment, heart thudding from barely maintained control. Her face tightened, ashen, lips flat. She was caged in my arms, my fingers in her hair and my eyes searching her face for distress, but she smoothed her expression. Rolled her hips. Urged me on.
Another thrust, and she had taken my crown and then some, gripping it tight, so tight. My breath trembled from restraint, my thighs shaking, torn between my desire to drive into her and my desire to not hurt her. But her hands slipped around my ribs to my back and applied pressure, telling me to do it. To go. To fill her.
But first, I kissed her again. I kissed her and told her I loved her, kissed her and told her I needed her. And with all the tenderness I could offer, I thrust my hips, hanging on to hers, holding her still as I breached her completely.
Our eyes were locked, her body trembling, lips parted and brows drawn. For a moment, all I could do was breathe, the feeling of my body in hers, her core so tight, sending a deep throb through my cock in the sheath of her body.
The sweetest moan passed her lips, the deep sound of pleasure-pain.
She breathed a string of words I couldn’t understand and didn’t need to. They were the mutterings of a plea, a desire, a need I felt in every nerve of my body.
I pulled out slow, gently rolling my hips to fill her again. The opposition eased, her core opening up, her body sighing. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, hanging on to me, rocking her hips. And I closed my eyes, held her to me, and gave myself to her.
Every pump of my hips brought an easing of hers, the rhythm of our bodies merging, matching. Her lips on my throat, a kiss, the brush of her tongue. Her fingers holding me to her, holding her to me. Her body, soft under mine, hot around mine. My heart aching and pumping and calling to her.
Because I needed her more than I’d ever needed anyone. I loved her as I’d never loved anyone.
I came with a thundering rush, a seize of my heart. I buried my face in her hair, buried myself in her body, rode my orgasm with a burst of lightning behind closed lids until the wave receded. And I marked every detail—her quivering breath against my skin, her small hands clinging to me, her thighs trembling. The scent of her hair, the softness of her, the warmth of her still holding me tight.
I kissed her hair, kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—those faithful, honest lips. When I finally broke away, it was to gaze into her shining eyes. My throat clamped tight. She smiled up at me, lips together, her breath hitching as a heavy tear slipped down her temple and into her hair.
A small, gentle laugh brushed past her lips, and she sniffled once. “I…I’m sorry.”
I thumbed the track left by her tear. “Don’t ever apologize to me for how you feel, Melia.” I said inspected her face with adoration. “Are you all right?”
And when she smiled, it was powered by all the things I felt, mirrored there on the curve of her lips. “Perfect,” she whispered.
I couldn’t speak, so I kissed her again, a searing kiss, a declarative kiss, a kiss of promise and veneration.
I rolled, bringing her onto her side with me and pulling out of her in the same motion. My arm was under her, wrapped around her back, and before she could assess anything, I hooked my other arm in her knees and sat, holding her to my chest.