He gave me a nod like I needed a gentle push. I guessed I kind of did. The last time I’d had sex was a one-night stand years ago. The only thing that had been inside me since then was my vibrator, which was nothing like the real thing.
My chest was rising and falling as I seated myself onto him. The moment he was completely buried inside me, I stilled. There was a pinch of pain, but once that passed, I squeezed.
Denim’s lips parted. “Fuck me now, beautiful. Otherwise, I won’t have any control. I’ll flip you over and fuck your brains out. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
I giggled. “Ever the gentleman.”
He gripped my hips, his eyebrows creasing as he urged me to move.
For a split second, I felt powerful. I had the reins, and I could command him at will. It was my turn to see him come undone.
I pressed my hands to his hard pecs and began rocking my hips.
A loud grunt rumbled out of his chest as his fingers dug into my hips. “Faster, baby. Faster.” He bucked and thrust.
I rocked hard and fast as his dick hit that sweet spot inside me. My core went liquid. My body hummed, and I didn’t want to stop, but I was losing steam.
“Flip us,” I said. “You won’t hurt me.” I would deal with the pain later if he did because I wasn’t stopping.
Carefully and without breaking us apart, he rolled me over then froze. “Are you okay?”
I bobbed my head. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I giggled.
Pressing his hands into the mattress and keeping his chest off mine, he became a madman, pounding into me hard and fast. It was a beautiful sight to see the boy who had developed into a virile man about to come completely undone.
He dipped his head, and his hair brushed my chest. Tingles sprouted like flowers on the first day of spring.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around without losing momentum in the least. I squeezed around his cock as the friction climbed higher and higher and higher.
Then he let out a growl. “Fuuuuuck.” His biceps bunched, his abs tightened, and his head fell back. “I can’t stop.”
“Keep going. I’m close.”
He kept pumping in and out until his name dropped from my lips, light and breathy. An explosion of stars danced before me as our gazes clung to each other with a quiet message of love, desire, and forever.
When I finally shuddered in a heap of pure bliss, I was ready to pass out.
He curled up alongside me, brushing my sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. Then he peppered kisses up and down my chin. “I do love you, Jade.” He sounded sad all of a sudden.
But I was too spent to probe, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I snuggled against him, tangling my limbs around his, and closed my eyes. We could talk more in the morning.
27
Denim
Jade looked peaceful as she slept. Her black hair was wild around her head, her hands were tucked underneath the pillow, and her soft snores hummed in the room.
Careful not to wake her, I eased out of bed with an erection that I was sure would be permanent with her at my side. I wanted to roll over and make love to her again, but she needed the rest, and I had to meet Travers. The only way to take down Tito was to do it the legal way, which I knew, but I sure as fuck wanted to gut him with a steak knife. Yet if I gave in to my urges, I would end up back in prison, and that wasn’t happening.
My feet had just sunk into the carpet when Jade stirred.
Damn.
“Where are you going?” she asked in a sleepy voice, which was sexy as hell.
