Page 83 of Hold Me Tight

I’ll never do anything to hurt her.

“River… that feels so good.”

I press my mouth against her, letting her chase the crest of the wave as it builds. My world narrows until there’s nothing but Callie. Her taste, the sounds she makes, and the way she moves above me. If I weren’t so intent on devouring this woman, I’d admit she’s right… it’s that damn good.

But right now?

I don’t want to stop.

My cock is rock-hard, aching with the need to sink deep inside her, to feel that tight, wet heat grip me like I’ve imagined more times than I can count.

But in this moment?

Our first time?

It’s all about her.

It’s about showing her how a man loves a woman.

Her hips roll against my mouth, her damp skin slick with arousal and heat as she presses herself to my tongue. I lick her harder and then deeper, worshipping every inch. I want her panting as she comes apart. I want to ruin her for any other man with nothing more than my mouth.

She trembles, thighs squeezing around my head, her cries breaking on my name like waves. Her body jolts with the force of her orgasm, hips twitching as her pussy pulses around my tongue. The addictive taste of her floods me, and I realize that it wouldn’t take much for me to come from this alone.

If I’m not careful, that’s exactly what will happen.

But I don’t stop kissing her through the aftershocks. I draw them out until her entire body sags and her fingers curl into my hair, holding me in place.

I press one final kiss to her clit, so tender she lets out a shaky exhale, and then I rise. Carefully, I shift her back and roll her over, my body covering hers as I settle between her thighs. The evidence of her pleasure coats my cock as I slide it gently along her slit, teasing the entrance I’ve wanted to bury myself in for years. My control hangs by a fucking thread.

“We didn’t talk about contraception,” I rasp.

Her eyes are soft and liquid as they meet mine. “No, we didn’t.”

“Are you on something?” The head of my cock strokes along her entrance as it gathers up her arousal.

“The pill.”

“I want you to know that I’m clean, Callie. I was serious when I said that I haven’t been with anyone since—” I pause. “Since long before Nora was born.”

Her hand finds mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Me too.”

That small, simple touch nearly undoes me.

With my forehead pressed against hers, I slide my cock along her soaked pussy, fighting the instinct to drive inside her and lose myself. “I want to take you bare,” I admit. “I want to feel you wrapped around me. Tight and warm and mine. I want to thrust in you so deep that even when I’m gone, you’ll still feel me there.”

Her pupils dilate and her thighs spread even wider.

“I want you to know exactly what it’s like when a man worships you. I want to ruin you for anyone else, the same way you ruined me a long time ago.”

Her lips part, but not a sound comes out. I see the response written across her face and feel it in the way her body opens to mine. The way she leans into my words instead of flinching from them.

And still, I need to give her one last truth before taking her.

“Once I’m inside you,” I murmur, dragging the head of my cock slowly up her slit, “you belong to me. That pussy belongs to me. I’ve waited so long, and I’ll be damned if I ever give it up. I promise that I’ll keep her so happy, so full, so fucked and satisfied, she’ll forget anyone else ever existed. And she’ll know exactly who owns her.”

When she lets out a whimper, my entire body clenches.

“But it’s not just that.” With one hand, I tilt her chin upward, forcing her to see me. “You already own me, Callie. Every part. Every breath. My cock just wants what it’s always wanted. You.”