She wanted to fight the sensations that swamped her, rocking her equilibrium. But she could only whimper as he latched on and drank her in. His hand slid down across her stomach until his fingertips toyed with the waistband of her underwear.
Gia reflexively tried to close her legs and only succeeded in squeezing his thigh between hers.
Beckett released her breast and straightened. His fingers slid beneath the black cotton, smoothing over her soft folds. Gia let her head drop back against the wall. Her eyes fluttered as he parted her lips slick with desire, but didn’t close. They couldn’t. Not with Beckett’s gaze piercing her as his fingers did, sliding in and up.
Gia’s hips flexed against him and he obliged her, withdrawing his fingers slowly before thrusting them back into her center. Again and again, harder, deeper. She was falling now. Falling into the waves that threatened to carry her away, but still couldn’t close her eyes.
The stormy gray of Beckett’s gaze held her where she was. Anchored her as the waves crashed over her, in her. She came in the storm, lightning electrifying her body, her muscles quivering around his fingers.
“My God, Beckett.” Her breath came in shallow bids for oxygen.
He released her arms from their restraint and they tumbled to his shoulders. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.
Gia did her best to wrap her shaking arms around him as he lifted her up, his hands cupping her. He used a hand to wrench his cock free and yank her underwear to the side. The broad crest of his penis nestled at her entrance and Gia gasped.
She cupped his face in her hands. “I want to see you —” The words were wrenched from her when Beckett thrust into her — triumph burning in those smoke-gray eyes — impaling her against the wall. The thinnest slice of pain wove its way around the pleasure she felt from finally being stretched full. She had to adjust her legs around his waist before she could fully accommodate his length.
But there was no time to adjust, because Beckett had lost himself to a rhythm as old as time. Taken over by need and greed, his body dictated a wild pace.
Her nipples grazed his chest with every thrust, heightening their sensitivity to epic proportions. Already her delicate muscles inside were starting to tremor. The wall bit into her back as he rammed into her again, but she didn’t care. Gia wanted more. Everything that he had to offer, she wanted.
Holding her with one arm, he brought his free hand to cup her other breast tugging her nipple with strong, insistent pulls that drove her mad.
She gasped out his name and exploded around him violently. He slowed his thrusts by degrees to match the ripples of her orgasm, letting her core milk him while she shattered.
He rode out her climax before carefully lowering her to the floor. Gia’s legs couldn’t hold her, so he carried her to the stairs.
He gently turned her away from him and down until she was kneeling on a tread.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked, kneeling behind her and stroking her hair.
She glanced over her shoulder. His face was tight with need. His erection stood at attention just behind her. “God, yes,” Gia whispered. She planted her hands on the step in front of her and braced her knees apart. “Please, Beckett.”
He guided his cock between her legs and ran it over and around her opening. “This is what I wanted to do to you that night,” he whispered. “This is what I’ve fantasized about every night since.”
He entered her slowly, with aching precision. A low growl rumbled in him as Gia wiggled her hips to allow the last inch of him to slide in. His hands gripped her hips to control the pace. “Gianna,” he gritted out her name, and slowly withdrew inch by inch.
She moaned as he filled her again, this time faster. He had to be desperate for release, she thought, but Beckett held back with smooth, measured thrusts. His size left her aching as he filled her and then again with emptiness when he left her.
She wrapped her hands around the spindles of the staircase and leaned a little lower. Beckett’s hands came to her breasts, cupping them gently. It was here, with her hardened peaks grazing his palms with each thrust that he began to lose control.
He grunted softly when she shifted her hips back against him and again when he felt her start to tighten around him. He brought one hand to her hair, fisting it in the wild wonder if it. His other hand left her breast and slid between her legs.
“Again, Red.”
She didn’t think she could. There was nothing left to give, was there?
But as she felt him get impossibly harder, as he began to grunt on every thrust her body gave her answer, she realized there was more. So much more.
Beckett’s hips flexed violently as he came, releasing his seed into her with a shout. “Gianna!”
His orgasm sent her over the edge once more, ripping a climax from her as he arched against her. Once. Twice. Three times. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he whispered as he filled her with his release.
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