He’d offered her the world, and all she’d asked for was for him to fuck her so hard he couldn’t stand up after he came. He didn’t want to blink. Didn’t want to miss a second of this tableau as he pistoned into that tight, welcoming pussy.
His balls were churning, desperate to release their load. He told her so through gritted teeth. He told her everything, all the dark and dirty things he wanted to do to her. Whispered lewd promises against the silk of her shoulder as he fucked her into oblivion.
When she quickened around him, when her muscles tensed, he thanked the gods for this woman, this fucking miracle.
He wanted to erase every memory of terror she had. Wanted to replace it with a new memory. Of what happened when she trusted him with her body, her heart, her soul. He’d take away the pain and the fear one kiss, one fuck at a time.
“Brick!” she whimpered. “You’re making me—”
Her entire body seized around him. His cock was locked inside her as thousands of tiny muscles gripped and clutched. Biting his lip until he tasted blood, he held on as her pussy rippled up and down his shaft. She was shaking as her release rolled on. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. Could only feel Remi’s body accepting what he gave it.
And when she was done, trembling and loose, when his own release was scorching its way up his shaft, he pulled out. Gripping his dick, he gave it two savage pumps with his fist and came violently on her back, her ass, her thighs. His shout scorched his throat as his semen branded her on the outside. Over and over again, he fucked into his fist until every last drop was hers. Until his balls were empty, his heart full.
Until he’d given his woman what she needed and she’d rewarded him for it.
He cleaned them both up then carried her back to the living room. Not ready to be apart, he settled her in his lap and sat against the couch, legs stretching toward the fireplace.
“How are you still hard?” she whispered, shimmying over his unflagging erection.
“Fourteen years of not being inside you,” he told her, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around her.
“I don’t feel close enough,” she murmured, reaching between their bodies and guiding his cock between her legs.
“Baby, you’ve got to be sore,” he cautioned, stroking a hand through her wild hair.
“We don’t have to move,” she said as she slowly lowered herself onto it. “I just feel empty without you.”
He couldn’t argue with that logic. Not when he could hold her and stay where he most wanted to be, buried deep inside her.
She sighed, pressing her face into his neck, and he let himself trail his fingers up and down her back.
“Are you cold?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple when goose bumps erupted on her skin.
She shook her head. “Nope.”
He smiled against her hair. Breathed in the scent of her shampoo. There was something happening in his chest. And it wasn’t a heart attack. It was much, much worse.
He was in love with Remi Ford. He always had been. And someone wanted to take her away from him.
He stared into the fire and tried to focus on where their bodies were joined instead of the rising panic.
She sighed into his shoulder, and her tongue darted out to taste his skin there. His half-hard cock flexed inside her.
“Mmm,” she murmured as it swelled thicker. “This feels so fucking good, Brick.” She shifted forward just the tiniest bit, and the little gasp that left her mouth made him even harder.
She rocked back down and sighed. Gently, tenderly, she welcomed him into her body.
Slow. Measured. Torturous. Every undulation had him growing thicker, harder.
Remi sat up and put her hands on his shoulders. There was a glassy-eyed gleam in those beautiful green eyes as they peered at him from under thick lashes. Her lips were full and parted as if there were more secrets she had yet to reveal, and all he had to do was make her feel good enough, safe enough, to share.
He let her rock into him, thighs tightening around him as she changed angles.
Her breasts were at the perfect height for some much-needed attention. As she worked his cock lazily with her slick pussy, he pulled one tight tip into his mouth and latched on.
The moan that climbed its way out of her throat was downright sinful. He wanted to hear it again and again. He wanted his touch to be the only one that could elicit that pleasure. He sucked, taking long, leisurely pulls at her breast, and felt the answering quiver in her core.
His hands slid down from her waist to her hips, and then around to cup and spread her cheeks. She let out a long, luxurious sigh as he kneaded the muscle beneath that smooth, freckled skin.
She tweaked her hips, arching her back, and Brick read the invitation. As he moved his mouth to the other breast, he drew his middle finger along the cleft of her ass.
When he took his next long pull at her nipple, he nudged his fingertip against the tight ring of muscle he found there.
It wasn’t a gasp of derision that escaped her lips. It was a breathy sigh of “yes.”
This woman. This fucking woman. He sucked harder, reflexively tensing at this as yet unexplored fantasy. He wanted to know every inch of her. Needed to know it.
If she wanted or craved something, he would be the one to give it to her.
She tilted her hips again, taking his shaft all the way to the root and rocking against his finger at the same time.
He reached lower, to the place they were joined, and spread the wetness he found there higher. Again and again, he followed the path from where she was filled by him to where she was empty.
Each time, he pressed a little harder, a little deeper.
Finally, he slid his finger in deeper.
“Brick.” She breathed out his name reverently as if she was saying a prayer, giving thanks. She began to move again, riding his cock and his finger.
He laved her nipple with his tongue.
His erection was fully hard and aching at the slow, gentle slides of her walls around it. He wanted to thrust. To lunge into her trembling, tender sex until they both forgot everything but the scent of each other.
But this, this was fucking beautiful. Remi riding him leisurely as he nuzzled at her breasts, teasing her toward another orgasm.
“It’s so good,” she whispered. His teeth grazed her nipple, and then he returned to the long, deep pulls.
His finger worked her tight little ass in time to her languid pace.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted in what looked like awe.
His chest felt as if it might burst with love, with pride, with the need to tell the world she was his.
“More,” she begged.
She started to rock a little harder, a little faster. He could feel that slick, swollen bud against him when she hit the bottom of his shaft. The greedy little tilt of her hips gave him the easiest access to her ass and helped her drag her clit over him.