Only for You by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online

hand over his balls curiously.
    He groaned and reached for her hips.
    “Come here,” he growled.
    She raised up over him, her knees on the couch beside his hips, trying to adjust to him. He took control, guiding her with one hand spread on her hip and buttock, the other fisting his cock.
    “Right there,” he mumbled thickly when she was suspended over him. “Stay still a moment.” Her hands on his shoulders, she watched with bated breath as he reached between her thighs. He sunk his forefinger into her channel.
    Her thighs quivered and she bit off a moan. Almost immediately, he withdrew, his finger coated in her juices. He used the ridge of the lubricated finger to give her clit a firm rub.
    “Oh.”
Her hips flexing against the delicious pressure. He watched her narrowly for a moment while he expertly rubbed her clit and she gasped in pleasure.
    “You’re more than ready,” he said. Gia agreed wholeheartedly. He cupped her hip again. She gritted her teeth in unbearable excitement as she watched him present the head of his cock to her slit. She pushed with her hips, forcing her tissues to part for his hard flesh. The crown slid into her. She moaned uncontrollably. The pressure was intense.
    “It’s okay, be patient,” he urged, obviously sensing how hard she was pushing . . . how huge her hunger to have him inside her was. He grasped her hips with both hands and bounced her very gently with his tensed arms. She found it intensely exciting. After a moment, he paused. He cupped her ass in his palms and lifted her buttocks, parting her further.
    Their moans twined as she eased down on the rigid staff.
    She looked into his face while she lowered down onto his cock, but he was watching their sexes fuse. His face was a paradox of profound, wild lust and rigid restraint. She was on top, but he was in control. His arm muscles bunched round and tight as he took much of her weight with his hold on her ass and hips. He didn’t shove her down onto his cock, but nevertheless, his stark determination to be inside her was clear.
    She whimpered at the increasing feeling of fullness and pressure, unprecedented for her.
    He paused with only inches to go and met her stare. It wasn’t an apology she saw in his gaze precisely, but it was a bid for understanding. And she
did
understand. Who could deny the storm of need that had swept them both into its grip?
    He gripped her ass and flexed his hips, sinking his cock to the hilt. She cried out shakily. He lowered his hold, clutching her buttocks from below. He never paused, but immediately began lifting and lowering her weight while he subtly pumped his hips up and down in a wicked counter rhythm. Gia could only imagine her expression at that moment. Was it the look of thrilled terror and sharp excitement a person gets when a roller-coaster ride crests and then abruptly drops? She opened her mouth—
    “
Don’t
scream, Gia,” Seth said sharply.
    At the last second, she choked off her scream and made a sort of muffled wail instead. He never paused fucking her with short, powerful strokes. She bounced on top of him, her entire world rocking. She stared into his face helplessly. He looked hard and strained, his jaw clenched.
    “I just don’t want anyone to interrupt this,” he said to explain his harsh command.
    “God no,” she said wildly. “Oh my
God
,” she muttered disbelievingly when he thrust into her with more force and their skin slapped together tautly. The almost unbearable friction was turning into a delicious, hot burn. She tightened her hold on his shoulders and pumped against him, desperate to increase the tension building in her.
    “That’s right,” he said thickly, and suddenly he was hugging her waist, leaning forward slightly and gathering her to him. Their rhythm hardly broke, but suddenly his mouth was on her neck, hot and possessive, his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin and fueling her fire. He’d taken the undisputed lead again, hugging her