Page 74 of Traces Of You

When she rubbed against him, ground, found any kind of relief she could, he nudged her knees apart more, she planted her feet on the bed and opened as wide as she could for him.

He found her opening and slid in fast.

“Oh God,” she said with a long moan.

It was a bit tight but in a comforting way.

He stayed still while she adjusted, his mouth by her ear. “Just relax.”

She couldn’t relax when everything inside of her wanted to bust out screaming to let her see the light.

Her hands went to his cheeks holding his face in front of hers, their eyes locked. “Make me come. Please.”

If anyone could do it, it’d be Ford.

Should she have put that kind of pressure on his shoulders?

No. But before she could take the words back, his hips moved out and in, her eyes fluttered closed and her back arched.

His mouth landed on hers, hers opened for him, his tongue entering her at the same speed as his hips.

She let him take over. Not that she could stop it, and she sure the hell didn’t want to.

She handed complete control of her body over to him knowing he’d never hurt her.

Never take advantage of her.

Never let her down.

She lifted her hips to meet him. Yep, that felt so much better when she thought nothing could increase her pleasure.

They found a rhythm together, his movements getting a little harsher, slightly deeper, and more intoxicating.

His fingers found hers, entwined them together and held them over her head.

Everything in her wanted to take, take, take.

He was giving it to her.

She was so close but just couldn’t tip that scale. She never could.

There was no reason for him to work this hard when no one else could get her there. But what she’d felt so far was more than ever before.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

She did. She hadn’t realized he’d stopped kissing her.

“You can finish,” she said. She’d hide her disappointment that she couldn’t reach the end, just like she always did.

“No. You’re going to first. Relax your body. You’re too tense trying to get there.”

“Huh?”

“Deep breath in and then out. You’re so tense you’re squeezing every part of me.”

She hadn’t realized that. She just wanted to feel what everyone else always seemed to.

He was giving her what she wanted. What she needed. Taking the time to make sure she felt the same as him.