His laughter deepened at that, until he was leaning fully against her, his whole body shaking.
She wrapped her bare thighs around his waist, loving the warm press of his heavier body against hers. Between them, his cock throbbed. Both of them naked enough for this to happen.
And that sobered up the laughter.
Quiet settled as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He let out a shuddering exhale when she rolled her thumb over the slick bead of precome at the tip.
“It’s…we…”
She nodded. She knew. “We shouldn’t do this.”
Because she was leaving. That would probably explode their fragile peace, and the most intimate sex just added extra-jagged fragments to that.
Could she leave him, and honestly expect to come back for more whenever she wanted? This man who vibrated with the need to hold her, claim her, protect her at the slightest threat?
If she left, she couldn’t come back.
It wouldn’t be fair.
And she had to leave.
“But I want you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’ve always wanted you. In every way.”
“There’s nobody else,” she promised him.
There never would be, she was painfully certain of that. She was too young to lose her heart, but it was what it was.
She loved Josh Kincaid.
He reached past her and swept everything off the desk with a single heavy push, then carefully lay her back.
As she fit them together, she saw a streak of grease on her lower belly, and her pussy fluttered in delight around his tip.
He groaned and pushed inside.
Nothing had ever felt like this. The pleasure of him filling her was almost too much. She wanted to feel everything, every sensation. It didn’t have to be good, or nice, or pretty. Just full. She wanted him to be completely buried inside her.
Her vision tunnelled as his hips met hers, his cock taking up residence inside her for the first time in years. Demanding room in her body, stretching her wide.
She sucked in a deep breath and dug her fingers into his shoulders. He groaned and thrust, just a little bit harder. She tightened around him, ready to cry out, but he swallowed the cry with a deep kiss. A kiss so rough and hungry she thought it might tear her in two.
Then he caught her ankle, circling it with his fingers—leave marks there, too, please—and shifted her leg up, folding it, opening her body more for his thick, deep intrusion.
He hunched over her, slowly dragging his cock out, then thrusting back in, his hips starting to move like a piston. Needing effort at first, then with more ease. He gripped her hair in one hand and the side of her neck with the other. Her hands slipped to clutch at his forearms.
They couldn’t hold on to each other any tighter than they were.
He drove them both fast and hard, but she needed more. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels against his ass, and hitched herself against him. He pulled out, then pulsed back in until his cock slid against her g-spot.
“Yes! Josh!”
“There?”
She sobbed.
He did it again, and again.
“I’m so close.” He growled the words into her ear. “So close, baby. You feel so good.”
