Page 42 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“Roll over.”
She turned easily, catching a second wind, her heart starting to race. What he was about to do seemed wicked, like something they should only attempt during the darkest hour of night. Not now, when the bright morning sunshine was just starting to flood the room.
She jerked slightly when he drizzled some of the cool lube on her ass. Annie struggled to breathe as he slowly worked the gel inside, first with one finger, then—holy shit—with two.
“You’re holding your breath.”
“I am?”
He froze. “Should I stop?”
“Good God, no. I didn’t realize how sensitive that area was.”
He began thrusting shallowly, working slowly to stretch her. Neither of them spoke for several minutes as Annie acclimated herself to this new experience. Hunter’s thoroughness and care as he prepared her to take him touched her heart. As if he hadn’t already claimed enough of it, he was stealing yet another piece with his concern. He would never hurt her, never intentionally bring her pain.
Finally, his fingers disappeared. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he’d donned a condom. He carefully coated it with lube as well.
“Ready?”
She nodded once, nudging her ass higher, inviting him in.
Hunter wiped the lube off his fingers with his sheet, giving her a mischievous grin. “Guess I’ll be doing the laundry later.”
She was amazed at his ability to provoke so many emotions inside her at once—happiness and horniness mingled together into one giant blob of bliss. The head of his cock nudged at her tight opening and she sucked in a deep breath.
“Don’t do that,” he cautioned. “Release that air slowly and push against my cock as I move in.”
She followed his instructions, his cock slipping in an inch or so. Sweat rolled down Annie’s brow.
Hunter reached around to rub her clit. She sighed at the pure ecstasy that touch produced and his cock slid in even farther. Hunter continued to play with her sexual hot buttons, stroking her clit, sucking on the back of her neck, pinching her nipples. Every teasing touch caused her body to relax more until he was fully lodged inside her ass.
He pressed his chest against her back and kissed her ear. “Do you like this?”
She nodded. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“My girl,” he whispered. The words warmed her heart. What would she give to be his girl forever?
Before she could consider that answer, Hunter retreated a few inches, returning faster this time. The rhythm took her breath away. The first few thrusts pinched as she tried to decide whether the discomfort was a bit too close to true pain to be pleasurable. Before she could cry halt, though, her body gave way to the sensations, accepting them. Her pussy clenched the emptiness and she suddenly wished she had her vibrator.
Next time.
Please let there be a next time.
Hunter pumped into her solidly, though with less strength than he’d just taken her pussy. He was being careful, trying not to hurt her. She smiled—then pushed the envelope.
She met his thrusts, adding her own force to the cadence. Within moments, she heard the telltale signs of Hunter’s impending climax. His breathing quickened, his fingers tightened as he pulled her hips toward him.
“God, Annie. Jesus. Fuck!”
She loved his mindless curses, loved the way his body jerked against hers when his orgasm overtook him. She felt each pulse as he erupted, filling the condom.
Exhaustion gave way. He pulled out slowly, as both of them slumped facedown on the bed. She didn’t move for several minutes, too afraid to break the spell.
Hunter was quiet for so long she’d thought he’d fallen asleep. Then his eyelids lifted and he captured her gaze.
“I love you.”
His words, spoken softly, penetrated every dark, lonely spot inside her.
