a thousand rays of color as her body clenched hard. She rode the waves, soft moans slipping from her lips as he moved. A zipper was maneuvered, the soft sound of leather over skin following it. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and welcomed him into her embrace.
He nudged her thighs apart with a hair-roughened knee, and then he was there. She caught her breath, felt her eyes widen as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her. He was big, far bigger than any of the other one-night lovers she’d had before. Would she be able to take it all?
“Shhhh, it’ll be fine. I promise.” He pressed kisses to her temple, peppered them across her cheeks, and finally claimed her lips. His kiss was so sweet she ached. He parted her lips and delved between them with a tongue like velvet, stroking and tangling with hers in a gently erotic dance she couldn’t resist.
Her body stretched around him as he pressed into her. She was slippery with her arousal, but his penetration was a long, slow ride of friction and pleasure, every line of his body taut with control. With each thick inch, he sank deeper, stroking against hidden nerve endings in her pussy. Her gasp matched his groan as he bottomed out, his hips against hers. Trapped between them, her clit ached and throbbed for more. He stopped, held himself rigid over her. So still that she started to worry.
“Kel?”
He lifted his head from her shoulder, and the look on his face made her catch her breath. Need, pleasure and feral lust combined into an expression that sent a bolt of heat straight to her pussy.
“Sorry, baby. I just need a second…I promised slow and sexy. Romance…I can do it, I can. I just need a moment,” he begged. “Just hold still for a moment. Then it’ll be fine.”
She bit her lip, the urge to move overwhelming. “Fuck romance. We can do slow and steady next time. Just do it—hard and fast.”
With a grunt, he planted a hand by her head for balance and started to move. His large body was braced over her, his hips driving in a hard and fast rhythm, his cock filling her over and over until she wanted to cry with the sheer pleasure of it.
She moaned and clung to him, accepting everything he was offering her. His body shook, fine tremors that told her how much control he was exerting not to become the ravening animal they said soldiers—even ex-soldiers—could be.
He rolled his hips, ground his pelvis against hers, and her ability to frame a coherent thought disappeared. Hard pleasure exploded through her body like a star going supernova. She gasped and her back arched again. Her pussy clamped hard around his cock as she came in long, brutal waves that swept everything else away.
“Oh gods. Babe, that’s…fuck!” He roared an incoherent cry as he drove into her once more. His body stiff, the chords stood out in his neck as he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within her.
Nerys rarely slept. With ships subject to the whims and winds of the often-temperamental solar roads, no sailor risked succumbing to the blessed oblivion deep sleep offered. So she napped, always keeping an ear out for any sound that shouldn’t have been there. Any sound that warned the squid or another of its kind was targeting the engines. She didn’t think that was likely. As a precaution she’d turned the engines off, but there was always the possibility that one would get close enough to sense the residual energy.
Cat-napping had its benefits. With Kelwin’s large body wrapped around hers—protective even in sleep—his even breathing had lulled her into a comfortable doze. No wonder he was deeply asleep—the man was insatiable. The first time had been fast and furious, but the second and third time he’d taken her with such tenderness that it had brought tears to her eyes.
Her heart ached as it fought to be free of the iron bands she’d clamped around it. This is what her life could have
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