I placed my hands above my head, offering myself to him. “So take me.”
“How can I get used to this?” His fingers twisted my nipples before cascading down my noticeable ribcage. “How can I hope to breathe after inhaling you? How can I hope to taste after licking you?” His nose nuzzled my throat. “How am I supposed to live after having you love me?”
I trembled with the weight of his admission.
Sex had never been so potently heavy for me before. So intrinsically weaved with emotion as well as bodily satisfaction.
This wasn’t sex.
This was love.
Pure, untainted love.
“You’ll never have to find out.” I licked my lips. “Galloway...I need you.”
“You want me inside you?”
My body quickened. “Yes, please.” I opened my legs, readjusting our bodies so his hips slotted perfectly between them.
“How do you want me?” His face tightened with concentration as I fisted the base of his erection and guided him to my entrance.
I wriggled as he denied my manipulation, panting as his crown smeared my wetness. “No...tell me what you want first.”
“I want you.”
“How do you want me?”
I frowned. “Stop teasing me, for one.”
He chuckled, sliding an inch inside me.
I moaned.
Loudly.
“Do you want it like this?” He pushed possessively into me, sheathing himself with the sweetest claiming I’d endured.
“Or do you want me like this?” He pulled out, only to thrust back with fierce tenacity.
“Both. I want both.”
He rolled his hips, brushing my swollen clit, sinking entirely inside me. “Whatever you want...I’ll give you.”
“Oh...please...” My eyes flickered closed as he thrust slowly, quickly, deep and shallow.
The flax below my spine cradled me from the rough ground, but it didn’t stop the hardness keeping me in place beneath him. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I was his to take and control.
My body revved to life, my heart racing, my sex clenching. “Give me everything.”
Grasping my wrists, he kept them pinioned above my head, clutching me with white-knuckled force. “I’ll give you everything. I’ll never stop giving you everything.”
His hips thrust fast and hard, relinquishing the slowness for an inexhaustible pace. Biting pleasure and pure indulgence washed with every rock.
I loved every exquisite sensation. Every fullness of him inside me. Every exhale of his restrained desire.
I was so turned on; I couldn’t control my whimpers.
His fingers never loosened on my wrists and his lips devoured mine only to nip and bite at my throat the faster he drove into me.
I loved how he’d taken me with tenderness but swiftly lost control, growing rougher and meaner the more lust consumed.
Visible veins coursed in his arms as he held me prisoner. My legs spread for his pleasure and his cock swelled larger inside me until I bruised with delectable pain.
We were stripped to a level of basest needs. We left the human race and became beasts.
“Christ, Estelle.” His groan was guttural in my ear. “Come. I need you to come.” Letting my wrists go, his hand shot between us, his fingers pinching my clit.
The climax he’d given me made me extra sensitive and slightly sore, but I couldn’t avoid his orders.
He pressed me hard, thrusting in time with the swirling circles.
I lifted my hips to meet his.
“That’s it.” He stretched me, filled me. “I want to feel you come, Estelle. I need to feel you come.”
He fit me so perfectly. So completely.
Oh, yes. There, there, there.
“G...” I gasped. “Don’t stop...don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” He gripped my nape with one hand and clamped the other on my hip. “You’re so damn sexy. So sexy. I’m going to come soon. You need to, so I can.”
Fear tried to yank my fuzzy mind back from the precipice.
He couldn’t come.
Not inside me.
But it was too late.
He shoved me off the cliff, catching me as I plummeted with rhythmic waves and crashing bliss. The moment I peaked and crested, he pulled out.
Sitting on his knees, he fisted his cock and thrust. “This is what you do to me, Stel.” Mindless in his desire, Galloway grunted as every ridge in his stomach danced with firelight. The muscles in his neck stood out as his head tossed back and he came.
Spurts of white. Spurts of pleasure. They arced through the air and splattered on my lower belly.
I moaned as my body clenched, completely bewitched as he flinched and jerked, milking the dregs of his orgasm.
Slowly, he began to breathe again, piecing himself back together.
It was a wondrous thing, witnessing the true man behind the mask. He was stripped and naked in every sense, but breath by breath, he hid his secrets once again.
Collapsing to his side, he tugged me close. Our sweat-sticky bodies moulded together as he pressed his lips to my brow. “Thank you. Thank you for trusting me.”
Hot island air lapped around us as the residual liquid of his orgasm glittered on my stomach. I had trusted him. And he hadn’t broken that trust.