Fighting his own needs, he focused on Shay, drowning in her luminous blue eyes that radiated such love for him. Just that look alone stole his breath away. Every gliding touch of her fingertips across his shoulders, the movement of her mouth opening like a blossom beneath his, tore his resolve away like an ocean pulling sand from the shore. The velvet firmness of her warm skin was a perfume to his heightened senses. Her tongue shyly touched his and a low growl tremored all the way through him, causing an earthquake of starving need to plunge into his depths. Everything Shay did broke him down a little more. He was helpless to ignore the sweet touches of her fingers wrapping around his erection, squeezing him gently, reminding him he was a man with needs. And when she opened her thighs, welcoming him, guiding him to her slick, wet entrance, he gritted his teeth, straining to stop himself. But he couldn’t. And Shay wouldn’t allow him to as she wrapped her slender lower legs around his, arching her hips up to pull him deep into her welcoming body.
A low, guttural sound rolled out of him as he slid into her, drowning in her honeyed fluids, her tightness and the throbbing, rhythmic movement of her hips defying him to do anything but pump hungrily into her. She gave him no quarter, no time to do anything but thrust his hips powerfully, repeatedly against her own. And within moments, he felt the red-hot explosion ripping down through him. All Reese could do was clench his teeth, straining, his spine taut and frozen as the potent fire flowed powerfully into her. He crushed Shay to him, his jaw against her hair, groaning, sounding more like a wild animal in the throes of such pleasure nothing could compare to it. Nothing, nothing had ever felt so good as this, with Shay, with her arms around him, holding him tight against her. Holding him.
So many suppressed emotions, good and bad, flowed to the surface. He felt the last of his strength ebbing, felt her legs holding him so he could not ease out of her.
Understanding Shay wanted him in every possible way made his heart fly open. Her sweet kisses along the sweaty column of his neck, cool fingertips grazing his long back, caressing his hips, moving hers against his to prolong his ecstasy—he had never felt so lavishly loved as right now.
As he lay on top of her, realizing his weight was crushing her down into the mattress, Reese started to rise.
“No,” Shay whispered. “Stay, Reese . . . I love how you feel on top of me . . .”
The words were so powerful, moving him almost to tears, he rested his brow lightly against hers, holding her tightly. Afraid he was going to suffocate her, he loosened his arms a little. Her soft, undulating body was still stroking him within her, and he felt the hot fluids caressing him, loving him. Reese didn’t try to avoid the word any longer. Shay had unselfishly offered herself to him, understanding he’d never last more than a minute within her. It had been too long. Years.
His throat tightened. Shay had given herself, her heart, her trust to him without expecting anything in return. How could such a woman exist? Reese had never had an experience like this and it left him vulnerable, with a mounting desire to not only love Shay, but share his love for her in nonverbal ways. He was a skilled lover, and yet the years had taken a toll on him, on his ability to have ironclad control over his own sexual urges. Shay had boldly approached him, pulled him into her arms, trapped him with those long, strong legs of hers, and given herself to him.
Weakly, he lifted his head, turned and pressed a series of kisses along her hairline, moving to her closed eyes, her flushed cheek, and finally seeking out her lush lips. And she did not disappoint. A happy sound arose in her throat as he cherished her mouth, moving deep, stroking her tongue, emulating the rhythm of her hips still moving gently against his own. His strength was returning and Reese eased off her, despite her mewing protests. Already, he was starting to harden within her and he wanted to take advantage of the situation and please her until she screamed with satisfaction.
As her arms fell away from his back, Reese caught one wrist and then the other, moving them above her head, holding them against the pillows with one of his large hands. Now, she was trapped in the best of ways, unable to move, a feast to his eyes, body, and heart. Seeing the radiance in her half-closed eyes, the arousal burning in them, thrusting a little into her, watching her head tip back, a low sound of gratification spilling from her parted lips, he smiled.
“You’re mine,” he rasped, thrusting his hips against hers, watching her eyes widen with joy, her back arching to meet his sweet assault. Dipping his head, he settled his lips around one nipple that was begging for his attention. He slid his hand down the curve of her torso, across her hip, until it was beneath her cheeks. Lifting Shay just so, getting an angle he knew would engage the swollen pearl just inside her entrance, he felt her shudder and moan, head thrown back as he pumped swiftly into her. Reese knew it had been a long time for Shay as well. She was more than ready to orgasm, and he felt her walls contract around him. He held her firmly, pulsing into her. With each stroke, she whimpered and continued to strain against him.
“Look at me,” he commanded roughly, staring down into her flushed face. Shay opened her eyes and he saw animal lust in them and he hummed inwardly, knowing he was satisfying her as much as she had him. Her lips parted and suddenly she cried out his name, her entire body nearly lifting off the mattress beneath him, the orgasm so powerful it took them both by surprise.