“I can’t, Travis . . . stop . . . oh, God.” Her mewls of pleasure threatened to snap his own control.
Finally, he pulled back and unbuttoned his jeans, lowering his zipper, he freed his cock. Grabbing his wallet, he took outa condom, ripped the foil, and sheathed himself. Crawling up her body, he carefully positioned himself at her entrance.
“Look at me, sunshine,” he entreated. He slowly pushed in, resisting the urge to shove inside her to the root. Fuck, she was tight. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she gasped, but her nails digging into his shoulders gave him a different impression. He eased in another degree and felt her shrink away from him.
“Babe—you have to tell me—”
“You’re too big,” Caitlin blurted out, and Travis would have laughed if he wasn’t in some sort of agony himself.
Cursing, he withdrew and pushed in again. Two years without sex, three years without sinking into the woman he craved, he’d probably come in five seconds. “I’m out of practice,” he confessed as he felt heat rising up his neck.
Their eyes met again—Caitlin’s crinkled in humor. “After that orgasm you gave me, I doubt it.”
He groaned and pulled out; this time he pushed all the way in and heard her whimper in protest. Her inner muscles clenched around him like a vise. He struggled to maintain his composure when his instinct was to rut madly inside her. “I’ll let you get used to me.”
“Okay,” she whispered. She wiggled her hips. Travis dropped his head to her shoulders and groaned again. She was going to kill him.
“Travis?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Please move.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He withdrew carefully and pushed back in, mindful to keep his weight off her. One part of him felt like an insensitive brute for wanting to have sex with her when she was covered in bruises, but nothing felt more right at this moment. The slide of his cock inside her was everything he’d dreamed about. He was home. Her silken warmth melted away threeyears of loneliness and empty living, releasing an invigorating breath of exhilaration with every measured thrust.
“Caitlin . . . fuck babe . . .” His voice had taken on the texture of gravel as emotions warred with a tempest of lust. He watched her come apart as he moved inside her. It was the beautiful, glorious sight he remembered. Every nerve ending in his body lit up. She was fucking finally his in every way, and he was never letting her go. She started struggling beneath him, begging him to go faster, harder. And that’s when he gave it to her. He fucked her with no semblance of rhythm, pounding into her wildly, until he ultimately fractured into a million pieces.
Caitlin rolledover on her belly and admired the ripple of muscle under the golden skin of the man who just made love to her for hours. She was pretty sure the soreness in her body wasn’t due to her attack a couple of days ago but from the sex marathon they had engaged in all night long.
She was deliciously sated. As Travis promised her when he carried her to his bedroom—she would be “thoroughly-fucked” before dawn.
He had moved inside her at a relentless pace, as if he hadn’t wanted to stop. But Caitlin had noticed his restraint, and though she urged him to let go like she had, she knew he was afraid to hurt her. He had shuddered above her, his face a mixture of agony and pleasure; his movements were jerky as he tempered his passion.
Right now, gazing upon his slumbering handsome face, he looked peaceful, content.
She slipped out of bed to head back to her own room. She felt the rustle of bed sheets behind her.
“Where are you going?” Travis asked in a sleepy, but annoyed voice.
“Back to my room,” Caitlin said, poised by the door, her head turned back toward the bed.
“Get back in the fucking bed. I’m not done with you.”
“Honey, I’m impressed with your stamina, but we mortals need some rest,” Caitlin teased, fully turning back to face him. She crossed her arms down where her hands could cover the vee of her legs.
“Isn’t it a bit late for modesty?” Travis swung his legs to the floor, stalking gracefully toward her like a panther on the prowl. Caitlin tried her damnedest not to look south of his ridged ab muscles. But his sexy hip bone and that dusting of hair trailing from his navel down to his weapon of mass orgasm, simply made it difficult.
Caitlin held her ground, but he stopped at his dresser and opened a drawer to pull out a shirt. “Here. Put this on.”
She hesitated. Travis, with a determined look on his face and with no small amount of exasperation, closed the distance between them and helped her into his shirt. After that was done, he came up behind her and guided her back to his bed.
“I’m not used to sleeping without underwear,” Caitlin protested.
“You never were,” Travis murmured into her hair. He scooped her up before she reached the bed and gently lowered her on the center of the mattress. He got in beside her. “You simply had no choice when I was around.”
