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“Well, then you were successful.” She ran her hand down his chest, tracing his scars, wondering why a man as wonderful as this one had suffered such pain. Sometimes life just wasn’t fair.
Her hand trailed down his abdomen, tracing every toned muscle. He was sculpted like a Greek statue. And had a cock much bigger than those depicted in any of those marble nudes. “You’re so gorgeous,” she whispered in awe as she followed the silky trail of hair from his navel downward.
“I’m starting to think we need to take you to an eye doctor,” he rumbled, his voice graveled, but adoring.
“My eyesight is perfect and so is my perception. You’re so strong. Handsome.” Her fingers curled around his engorged cock. “And big.”
He sucked in an audible breath as she dipped her hand into his boxers and swiped her fingertip over the head of his cock, spreading the moisture of a drop of pre-cum over the silken tip, rubbing it gently, slowly.
“Fuck! I love feeling your hands on me. It’s the best damn feeling in the world.”
Gripping his shaft a little tighter, she started to move it sensually, provocatively.Thiswas something that Simon had always missed because he couldn’t let a woman have her hands free during sex. Until now. Simon would never be tame, but the fact that he felt comfortable with her touch, that he actually wanted it, humbled her. After all he had been through, he trusted her.
He groaned, a tortured sound between pleasure and torment. His larger hand covered hers. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck me senseless.” He stripped his new, already much-loved favorite underwear off, letting them drop to the floor.
Her head jerked up to look at his face as his arms came around her, lifted her over him. “Are you sure?” She wanted nothing more at that moment than to take that mammoth cock into her body and watch him take his pleasure under her. But she was trembling at the thought, terrified of making him live through another bad memory.
“Yeah. I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch your face as you come from riding my cock,” he answered, his expression dark and desperate.
Straddling his hips, she hesitated, her heart racing. Could he do this? He didn’t have to. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. We don’t have to do this.”
“Take me inside you, sweetheart. I need you,” he grunted, his voice husky with desire.
I need you.
Those three little words had her lifting up, grasping his engorged cock and placing the head at the opening of her slick channel. Need surged through her, an elemental, pure desire to feel him fill her, have him moving inside her, as deeply as she could take him. Her hands on his chest, she maneuvered up and down, taking him slowly, getting used to the angle. She lowered again, taking most of the shaft as his hips lunged up, trying to go deeper.
Big, strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her down to meet him as he surged up, their skin slapping together sharply as she finally had him deeply imbedded inside her, filling her completely. He stretched her, opened her, held her hips tightly as they completely joined, his cock buried to the root.
“Christ! You feel so good. So tight and hot.” His voice was wild, feral.
She watched his face, looking for any sign that the position was troubling for him. There was nothing but pleasure. His liquid chocolate eyes met and held hers fast. His hands guided her strokes, his hips moving up with powerful thrusts.
Their eyes stayed locked and a tear trickled down her cheek as she saw no sign of fear in him, no doubt of who he was fucking.
“Only you, Kara. It’s only ever been you,” he told her, his chest heaving. “You look so beautiful. Let go. Ride me. Come for me.”
She let her eyes flutter closed as he pummeled her, holding her hips in his strong hands. Her head fell back as she let herself be consumed by the pounding strokes of his cock, the friction of his furious thrusts, the feel of him owning her again and again.
Her breasts bounced with his powerful entries. She lifted her hands and cupped them, pinching them lightly.
“Yeah. Take what you want, sweetheart. Whatever you need.” He panted heavily as his strokes became deeper, harder.
Her fingers plucked at her nipples as his grip on her hips got tighter, more demanding. She rode him hard, grinding, taking him so deep that she shuddered.
Throwing her head back, she imploded. The muscles in the walls of her channel clenched and released, repeatedly squeezing the cock invading her. As her body quivered, she felt his body tense beneath hers.
She watched, their eyes meeting, as he came.
He was hot and wild, masculine and perfect. The low, reverberating sound that ripped from his throat was the most beautiful sound she had ever imagined.
A hot, explosive stream emptied into her womb and they both collapsed. She could feel his body trembling as her body crumpled, covering him like a blanket. “I love you,” she murmured with a sigh against his chest.
His arms came around her, holding her tightly against his body. They were both sweaty and spent, but she felt so complete, so content.
It took a while for her breathing to return to normal and her racing heart to quiet. She started to crawl off Simon’s body, to move to his side, but he wouldn’t let her. He grunted and pulled her back over him. “Stay.”
It should have pissed her off that he was giving her a dog obedience order, but the way that he said it, with such longing in his voice, made her smile. She was also so sated that she could barely move.