Page 44 of Just a Little Wicked (Wicked Sisters #2)
He was huge. His erection was proportionate to the size of the man, thick and long, and she was grateful she was so turned on, because otherwise that thing would never fit inside her.
She stroked him from root to tip, exploring the soft head and pulsing shaft.
He slowly thrust into her grip even as he kept up a steady rhythm with his fingers inside her.
The consistency of his fingers curling against her g-spot while his thumb gently circled her clit had her so close to orgasm so fast that her eyelids flew open.
“Erikson, I’m going to?—”
“Good.” He took her mouth, his kiss turning messy as he kept the exact same pace, until his dogged consistency had her shattering around his fingers, squeezing them as her hand squeezed his cock.
The orgasm lasted for eternity, sparks shooting in the backs of her eyelids.
She was vaguely aware that he was sucking on her breast and murmuring filthy words of encouragement, which extended her orgasm until it was almost painful.
After what felt like forever, she went lax in his arms and he slid his fingers out of her long enough to roll on the condom.
“Do you still want this?” he asked, the look in his eyes wild and abandoned.
“Yes. Yes! ”
“My warrior.” He grasped her hips in his hands and easily lifted her over him. “Take me at your own speed, first.”
She nodded, holding the base of his erection and positioning her entrance over him.
She slowly dropped down, taking just the head and the thickest part.
She was wet enough that she didn’t have to struggle too much to accept him, her tissues sensitive and swollen from her orgasm.
But he was so large, and his girth dragged against her in such a delicious way, that she was already clenching before she’d even taken him halfway.
“Holy shit,” he groaned. His nape was sweaty and he looked like he was fighting an internal battle worthy of the Iliad . “You’re so perfect. So perfect for me .”
There was something just right about the way he fit inside her, both of them interlocking as if designed that way.
By the time she’d taken his entire length, she was trembling and on the verge of another orgasm.
She waited for a moment, adjusting to the shocking fullness of him, before she slowly began to rock.
His head fell back against the headrest even as his hands gripped her hips and helped her move.
Sensation flared between her legs and licked up her spine as she slid back, dragging along the length of him, and then returned to take him fully inside again.
“You’re killing me,” he ground out. “You’re ruining me. I’m never going to feel like this again.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, the new angle providing an exquisite pressure against her clitoris. Shivering, she nipped his bottom lip and said the words she knew he was dying to hear, but would never ask for: “Let go, Erikson. Fuck me the way you want to.”
He made a growling noise in his throat and then pressed her hips down hard, grinding into her so deeply that she cried out.
He used her body, manipulating her like she’d been created for his pleasure, touching every inch inside her, igniting every one of her nerve endings until she was screaming with a second orgasm before she even realized what was happening.
He bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth marks, and grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks and changing the sensation all over again.
“What I wouldn’t give to take you in every position.
” His voice sounded different. Deeper. Rougher.
Like his humanity was giving way to his baser instincts.
There was something about his lack of control that triggered her own, and she felt her own tethers slipping.
She didn’t realize she’d filled the cab with black fog until tendrils of it snaked between them, and still they didn’t stop.
He gripped her hair hard enough to be just shy of painful and turned her to face him. “Your eyes are entirely black.” As he spoke, he thrust into her, his own pupils fat. There was something so intimate about the way he didn’t flinch away from her Wickedness, but only drove into her harder.
They were both sweating, and with the darkness encroaching, her other senses heightened: she felt his skin slick on her flesh, tasted the salt of him as she dragged her tongue up his neck, smelled his scent as his hands spanned her, squeezing and commanding until they were both nothing but carnal flesh.
Their mouths collided and he spread her thighs farther, gently rubbing her oversensitive clitoris with his thumb.
“Erikson!” She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or keep going. All she knew was that with her body joined with his, her soul joined with his, for the first time in her life, she felt entirely whole.
“Come for me again,” he ordered, his voice taking on a tone she’d never heard before.
Her inner muscles clenched, and when he said with deep command, “ Now ,” she shattered.
Everything shattered. They orgasmed together, clasped so closely that nothing could pry them apart, even as the windows in the truck exploded outward, safety glass spraying into the field with a tinkling sound and black mist spewing into the morning.
Cold air rushed into the car, stroking her sweaty back, but she barely noticed.
She was caught tight to Erikson, her skin sticking to his, her heart pounding in time with his own.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, and rested her temple against his.
He didn’t let go of her, not even when their heartbeats slowed and they became aware of the cold.
Not even when their cellphones began to ring simultaneously.