He sank his fingers into her and crawled up her body while they pumped in and out of her. “Good girl,” he whispered against her ear before nipping it.
What did it say about her that she fucking loved it when he said those words to her? She’d worry about that later. After another orgasm.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked harshly.
She nodded.
“I’m asking because I’ve got a condom in my wallet wherever my pants are, but there’s nothing that I want more than to feel you from the inside with nothing between us. I haven’t been with anyone since…in a long time. If you have any sense, you should say no.”
She felt the weight of his body on hers, felt it anchoring her onto the mattress. Like it was the rightest thing in the world to have his weight on her.
“Good thing I’ve got no sense,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and dipped his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he breathed. “Don’t give that to me just because I asked. Just because I’ve got my fingers in you.”
“Then take your fingers out,” Remi ordered.
On a groan, he slid them out. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as he fed them between his own lips to taste her again like she was some kind of expensive dessert.
“I want that, Brick. I’ve never done that with anyone. I want it to be you. I want to feel you. Please give me this.”
“You are a fucking dream,” he whispered fervently.
“Just one thing,” she said as he took his shaft in his hand and lined the thick tip up against her entrance like a kiss, a promise. It was enough to make her lose her train of thought.
“What one thing?” he asked gruffly. His chest hair tickled her breasts as he inhaled.
“If you try to hold back on me, I will knee you in the balls and then get myself off while I make you watch,” she warned him.
He grinned. An honest-to-god evil smile. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
God, she hoped not.
He pressed against her a little harder, and she shuddered as he eased the first two inches into her. Bare. Raw. No barriers between them.
“You remember the art shop alley?” he whispered against her jaw.
“Uh-huh,” she said on a shuddery breath.
“That was less than two years of blue balls.”
“So?”
“This is a decade and a half. So hang the fuck on.”
“God, I hope you mean that.”
There was no warning. He simply thrust home in one brutal motion, burying himself in her flesh.
“Brick!”
“God damn it, Remi!” His shout echoed in her ears.
Somehow she still hadn’t been prepared for just how much he needed her to take. Stretched to capacity. Maybe even just beyond. There was pain. A jagged edge of it, but there was something much, much stronger. The fullness, the feel of that thick member breaching her with nothing between them. It was so intimate. So raw.
Her muscles rippled around the head of his dick, and he groaned through his teeth.
“That’s not all of it, baby. I need you to relax.”
Her laugh was brittle. “Make me.”
He pulled out and rammed himself back in two more times before he was finally fully sheathed in her. Every inch buried in her welcoming pussy. Joined.
Neither of them moved as they both struggled to get used to the new sensations. Remi felt as if she was being split in half. Yet the pleasure, the joy, the rightness of Brick’s body joining hers was unimaginable.
It was so perfect it hurt her heart. All those years of wanting this exact moment, and now that it was here, now that it was more beautiful than even she could have imagined, it was too much.
Her breath was coming in short pants as she struggled to relax around him.
“Baby, I swear to fuck if you have an attack right now,” he groaned into her neck.
He was sweating from the effort to hold back. She needed him to let loose inside her. Needed to be the place all of him was welcomed. And for that to happen, she had to relax.
She forced a breath and then another one. On the third, he gave a strangled kind of moan and slowly pulled nearly all the way out.
The relief from the pressure she expected never came. She only felt empty again. “Brick. Please.”
“You’re crying,” he whispered softly. He sounded pained.
“Because it’s so beautiful,” she sobbed. “Because I need you. I need all of you holding me down here, making me feel safe and beautiful and wanted.”
“Remington.” Her name was a broken prayer.
Urging him on with her body, she pulled her knees higher. “Please.”
When he sank back into her, it was again too much and not enough. But this time, he pulled out faster, thrust in harder. This. This. This. As his body rocked into hers, he set a rhythm she couldn’t keep up with.
This was what she needed, where she belonged. Taking each punishing drive. Relaxing her body to accommodate him. Giving Brick what he needed somehow gave her what she needed. She hung on to him, nails digging perfect little crescents into his shoulders as he buried his face in her hair and fucked her.
Every thrust, every time he hit bottom, every slap of his sack between her thighs, every pained grunt swirled into an intoxicating recipe for her senses. She felt closer to him than any other human being on the planet. She wondered if their souls were touching. If they were becoming one.
The pace he set was brutal. Sweat slicked his skin and hers as he forced her to accept him. Every inch. Every dark secret and need.
She was ecstatic. The build, the climb was so steep, she’d never been to these heights before. The trembling started in her inner walls and spread everywhere from the roots of her hair to her fingertips. Something her body had never experienced was about to happen.
“I feel you getting tighter and tighter around me. Do you feel how it makes my dick swell inside you?” he demanded as he pummeled into her body.
She bowed back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Baby. My baby doll,” he breathed. “You’re gonna come on my cock. And when you do, you’re gonna squeeze me so tight you milk every fucking drop out of me.”
She couldn’t see anything but the picture he was painting. Her heels dug into his thick, bare behind, urging him to go faster, harder. She could take it. She would take anything if it gave her the privilege of feeling him let loose inside her.
“Yes, Brick,” she whispered, knowing it would drive him wild.
“That’s right, baby. Take me.”
There were so many pulses of light sparking to life in her body. So many nerves frayed open to the sensation of being dominated. She hadn’t known it would be like this. Hadn’t known how fucking beautiful it would feel.
His hands were under her again, lifting her hips, spreading her ass cheeks as he speared into her over and over again.
The climb was over. She’d reached the top, the peak. There was a serious concern that she wouldn’t survive the fall. But Brick wouldn’t allow her to step back.