He didn’t withdraw his fingers this time—he continued to strum that deep, needy inner spot. To her shock and extreme pleasure, it gave a hard thump of a never-before-experienced contraction. Then another.
Pushing his mouth firmly over her clit, he sucked at the same time he owned her G-spot in a way no man or sex toy ever had. A wild whirlwind whipped her up, and she lost her mind in sensation as he commanded that she come for him—and come now.
Her flavors, her cries…all of it stole Tank’s damn mind. He groaned along with her as her orgasm hit. When she rocked, he thrust in again, and when she trembled, he refused to let her wiggle free until the final contraction stopped.
His mattress was drenched from her juices, and fuck if he didn’t love that. He loved her wetness dripping down his jaw and soaking his beard. And he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her.
One last thing separated them.
Lifting his head from her pussy, he stared into her eyes. The depths were blurred with passion and the shock of her release. He hoped to hell she never experienced an orgasm that even came close to what he’d given her—and would again every minute of every day for the rest of their lives if she let him.
“Darlin’. I won’t have you with a barrier. You’ll feel me or nothing at all.” His words came out grittier than usual, showing just how close to the edge he rode.
She shuddered and slipped her leg around his shoulder, her small foot against his spine to lock him in place.
He moved up her body to hover over her. Their gazes locked, and all the tenderness he’d ever felt for the woman surfaced. Gently, he brushed the curls out of her eye and leaned in to lightly brush his lips across hers.
“Do you hear me? I want you without a condom.”
“I’m on birth control.”
He nodded. “I know that. And you’re clean. I’m telling you that I am too, and I want you—just you and me. Understand?”
Her eyes cleared of some of the sexual haze, and she focused on him.
“What I’m asking is for you to give yourself to me—totally. But only if you want to. If you want to stop here, we’ll stop.”
Though it would fucking kill him to stand up and walk away from her.
For a heartbeat, he wasn’t sure what her response would be. Then she leaned upward and kissed him, gently placing her lips over his and not moving. He went still, waiting for more from her.
She bunched his T-shirt in her hands and yanked it up and off his head.
He started breathing again.
This time he gave her reign over his body. She touched his shoulders, his pecs and ran her fingers across his nipples, raising a groan from him. As she explored his abs and down to his belt buckle, he watched her face.
When she popped open his belt and his jeans to her questing touch, he held his breath. She breached his underwear and touched his cock.
The mushroomed head was thick, he knew from comparing it to other guys in locker rooms during his teen years. And he’d call himself above average in size. The ladies never complained, but he worried about hurting Catarina, who was much smaller in size.
Her eyes flared as she felt along the swollen head of his cock, learning the shape of him. She followed the length deep into his underwear, and he helped her out by shoving his jeans down.
When she continued following the line of his rigid cock all the way to the base and his big balls nestled there, a shiver ran through her.
“Rob…”
He waited for her to deny him. His guts clenched.
“You’re big. And I want you so bad.”
A deep growl rumbled up his throat and he stripped the rest of his clothes off. Leaning away from her, he took his shaft in hand. She watched him pump a bead of thick, white pre-cum out of the slit and moaned.
“I want to fill you up until my cum’s running out of you. I want to make you mine,” he rasped.
In answer, she tipped her hips up, aligning her pussy with his cock. Holding her gaze, he held his breath. There was no going back now—he’d own her or he’d lose her.
With a slow, steady shove, he filled her up, stretched her—and settled balls-deep.
She dug her fingers into his spine, holding him in place. “You feel…so good.” Her words were nearly a whimper.
“You’re fucking incredible. Cat…my God I hardly know if this is real.”
She shimmied her hips, withdrawing on his cock slightly. They shared a noise of wanting. “It’s real.” She ran her tongue over his lower lip. “Take me, Rob.”
With his heart all tangled up with the sensations roaring through his body, he slipped his cock through her tight walls and slammed home again. He knotted her curls in one hand, holding her in place as he levered himself over her, in and out, until she shook underneath him and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold onto his control.
A spasm at the base of his spine told him not much longer. His balls clenched to his body. His cock gave a deep, heavy pulse, and the first shot of cum erupted from the tip.
Reaching between them, he located her clit with his thumb and ground down on it as he toggled, which sent her shooting over the cliff with him. She shook with each jerk of his hips, and he didn’t bother to stop the roar from exploding from his throat.
Pleasure washed over him in long, steady waves, extending his orgasm longer than any he’d ever experienced before.
She collapsed under him, her eyes locked on his and a tender look on her face.
He kissed her, softly, pouring out all the emotion locked in his chest for her over too many months to count.
Chapter Six
After her fourth orgasm of the day, Catarina draped her thigh over Rob’s, breathing hard. The thick, chiseled muscle along with the coarse dark hair compared to hers felt incredible. Knowing this big man had taken her with all the gentleness of a teddy bear rocked her to the core.
She stared at his profile. Straight nose, stubborn chin sprouting thick black hair. The sunshine of late afternoon—almost twenty-four hours from when they’d started—made his tan glow.
Just thinking of what they’d done over and over again during the long night, once that morning and then again after he fed her a quick lunch of sandwiches, had her wondering when reality might come crashing down on either of them.
Would it ever?
Looking at him—her friend, her lover—she didn’t think it would. Her eyes burned with happy tears.
He looked over at her, caught sight of her watery eyes and panic creased the spot between his brows. He rolled onto one hip to stare at her harder. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”
God, she loved the way he drawled the endearment.
“I’m happy.” She sniffled.
The spot between his brows smoothed, and he issued a relieved chuckle as he drew her head beneath his chin. “Me too. I’ve never been happier. You scared me for a minute.”
She wrapped her arms around him, plastering her body to his strong one.
“What do you say about grabbing a shower? Then we can swing by your place so you can change clothes. After that, burritos…and if you’re up to it, I want to show you the progress we’ve made on the club.”
She searched his eyes. “Like…I go there as your woman?”