“Is that good for you too?” I asked, feeling bold.
“You have no idea,” he groaned, starting steady thrusts as I got comfortable with his size. I was soaking him in my wetness. “I could fuck you like this for hours.”
Feeling overwhelmed, I chuckled, but then he thrust up all the way in and it turned into another moan. “I think I’d die from pleasure.”
“I would never let you die, just trying to fuck you good.”
“I’d love to die like this.”
He started a slow rhythm that had me moaning constantly. Every time my head dropped forward, he warned me to keep it tilted back against him, and his worry for me helped build my pleasure higher and higher.
“Was this what you imagined all those times you teased me?”
“Better,” I whispered, and his fingers dug deeper into my stomach. My breath and heart out of control, I tightened my grip on his forearm. We’d both leave our mark on each other by the time we were done, and I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
“Jack,” I gasped, a little panic trickling into my voice only a few short minutes after he had started fucking me.
“What? We’re stopping again?” he asked, not slowing down his thrusts. I held the wrist of his left hand, which was still pressing on my stomach.
“No, no, no,” I chanted, and his thrusts started to go deeper and faster. I backed my hips up, trying to somehow take him even deeper. His right hand wrapped around me too, grasping my hip as my butt bounced off the tops of his thighs. “Jack…Jack, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”
“Come on, Rose. Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel how much you want me.” He bit on my earlobe and I lost it. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Ride it. Take my cock.”
I closed my eyes, and listening to his rough voice push me right over the edge and into oblivion. Gasping his name, I felt heat burst between my legs, and all the muscles in my body tightened. I let go of the headboard and threw my right hand back, gripping Jack’s hair, pulling involuntarily. I moaned long and hard as my body shivered in his arms and he kept riding me hard through my orgasm, his lips tracing an invisible line on my neck.
When my body started relaxing around him, he slowed down.
“Was that good enough?”
I could do nothing but nod. I had been too loud and had come too hard. Anywhere he was in contact with my body was burning, but I felt the heat in my cheeks even more.
“Do you feel how slick you are for me? How hard you came on my cock?”
It was impossible not to feel it. My only answer was another nod. He went deeper into me as I whimpered. His right hand cupped the heavy weight of my breast, and I shamelessly arched into it.
Lust licked at my skin. When he quickened his pace just a fraction, I sucked in a breath of air. “Shit.”
“You’ll come again.”
“Always giving orders,” I murmured, all my focus on the spot where we became one.
“It wasn’t an order, Rose, just pointing out the obvious.”
He buried his face in my neck and pinched my nipple, his thrusts uncompromising. I released something between a gasp and a groan.
God, the strength of him holding me—it was just as powerful as his thrusts. I loosened my hold on his wrist and splayed my hand on top of his, silently telling him I wanted more pressure.
“I’ll bruise you,” he whispered.
“I want you to,” I whispered back, turning my head and pressing my forehead against his hot throat.
“Why?”
“I want everything from you, Jack, everything and more. I want you to leave a mark on me.” It was nothing more than a breathy statement that had a double meaning as I realized I was seconds away from another orgasm.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, moving his head back.
I lifted my head and let him invade my mouth in a blazing kiss at the same moment his thrusts became exquisitely demanding. The taste of him, of his hunger rushed over me as I started coming again. He moved his right hand down my body, and the feel of his skin against my sensitive areas caused me to tremble in his arms as he jackhammered into me. He did nothing but cover my pussy with his hand, the heel of it pressing hard on my clit.
Through the fog that had filled my brain, I felt him go impossibly deeper as I whimpered into his mouth, my body shaking in the aftermath. The little grunts of pleasure escaping from him made my toes curl. He thrust deeply two more times then stilled inside me. I groaned softly as my inner muscles quivered around his length. I was lost in his hunger, his hunger for me.
He gave me a few more lazy, luxuriating thrusts that caressed me from the inside as both his hands rested on top of my thighs. I had a feeling he didn’t want to let go, which was just fine with me. I never wanted him to let go of me either.
“Is this real?” I asked, out of breath as he started to pull out.
He stilled behind me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not dreaming this, am I?” I moved my hands up and down his forearms, my head still resting on his broad shoulder. Rolling my head, I looked up at him through dazed and probably half-lost eyes.
He smiled the sweetest, sexiest smile and kissed my lips. “This—we—are as real as it gets.” His hands moved and he wrapped them around me in a tight grip, his forearms holding up the weight of my breasts. After a long squeeze, which I loved, he whispered into my ear. “I need to get rid of the condom, baby. Let go of me.”
I dropped my hands and held back a small whimper when he pulled out. However, I couldn’t stop the trembling in my body when his palm moved on the curve of my ass.
“Lie down—you’re shaking.”
I did so happily.
When he came back, I was hiding under the covers, my head resting on the pillow, my hands tucked under my cheek. I tracked his every move and secretly high-fived myself when I noticed he was still naked. His cock was impressive even when it wasn’t doing things to me.
He lay down, facing me.
“Hi,” I whispered.
He took a deep breath and then released it. “Hello, Rose.” His lips met mine and I smiled through our short-lived kiss. “What’s the smile for?” he asked, his lips moving against mine as our noses bumped.
“I’d share my door with you any day, Jack Hawthorne.”
His brows dipped together. “What are you talking about?”
“If you’ve never seen Titanic, I can’t be married to you,” I said seriously.
Unfortunately, the confusion didn’t clear from his eyes, but a smile did touch his lips. “I think it’s a little late for that.”
“You haven’t seen it. Jack and Rose…the Titanic…”
“I know the movie, but I don’t think I’ve seen it.”
“If I was confident I could walk out of this room, I’d force you to watch it right now, but since that’s not happening, clear your schedule—we’re watching it tomorrow.”
His hand brushed my hair away from my face. “Okay. How are you feeling?”
Now I let my own lips curve up. “For a minute there, my brain tingled.”
His expression turned serious, his body going taut. “Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?”
I lifted my hand and smoothed out his frown. “I’m fine, but there was definitely a tingle up there.” Leaning forward, I kissed him. Closing my eyes, my heart in my throat, I whispered against his lips, “It was the best sex of my life, Jack.”