Chasing Serenity (River Rain 1)

The perfect scene for Judge and me to learn each other intimately by making love.

But we did not finish how we started.

We finished fucking.

He dropped his mouth to mine and took it in a shocking, bruising, savage, sensuous kiss that stole my breath away, this as he slammed inside with a velvety brutal pound that made me see stars.

Oh yes.

I panted against his tongue.

He broke the kiss and ordered, “Unlock your legs.”

“No,” I denied.

“Unlock your fuckin’ legs, baby.”

I didn’t.

He slid completely out.

I unlocked my legs.

He then knifed up but only so he could flip me to my belly.

Oh yes.

This time he didn’t gently prod my legs apart, he kicked them apart with his knee.

Then he lowered himself onto my back, and he was inside again, another long but far from languid stroke, he was thrusting deep.

I whimpered against the bedclothes and tucked my ass in his groin.

He took one of my hands, laced our fingers, and shoved them under my body, holding tight to me and giving himself leverage to fuck me harder.

Something he did.

His other hand he drove under me, going right for my clit.

Heaven.

“Judge,” I whispered.

He bit my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe, each sting sharp and demanding, possessive and carnal.

I shuddered underneath him.

“Honey,” I gasped.

“You feel that?”

Oh yes, I so did.

“Chloe, baby, answer me,” he grunted.

I ground my ass up into his groin and panted, “Yes.”

“Who takes care of who?”

Oh my God.

He wasn’t talking about what I thought he was talking about.

“Judge.”

“Who takes care of who?”

It was building, too fast, his beautiful cock banging into me, his finger rolling deep, his weight bearing down, our hands linked, the smell of him, the throb his teeth left behind.

“God,” I breathed.

“Who takes care of who?” he demanded.

He was…

He was taking care of me.

“Not fair,” I pushed out.

“This is it.”

“Not fair,” I repeated, fainter, God, I was this close.

“One way or another, baby, this is always gonna be it.”

“You’re a cheat,” I forced out.

“You’re a liar,” he whispered in my ear. “We so fucking work.”

I had no retort because there wasn’t one.

He was right.

But regardless, my head snapped back, slammed into his shoulder, and it obliterated me as I came.

God, trembling and mewing underneath him, my orgasm refused to let go and my breath eventually caught and held.

And held.

And held.

Suspended in Judge.

Judge and me.

La petite mort.

My hand was let loose, he slid out, lifted up, tossed me to my back, latched on to my hips, dragged me up his thighs, and I opened my eyes as he plunged back inside me.

Oh my.

I got to watch.

His gorgeous face was dark, his concentration was entirely focused on my face, and his hips were pistons, driving in so hard and fast, even if he had a grip on my hips, I had to clamp my thighs to his sides to hold on.

“Judge.”

“Don’t come again, baby, I’m close, and I don’t want to miss watching yours.”

I wanted to see, but with the way he was fucking me, I didn’t know if I could carry out his demand.

My eyes moved down his wide shoulders, his bulging pecs, his tipped nipples, to his flat stomach, the valleys and plains of his abs, his slick cock moving in and out of me.

Okay, no, I definitely wasn’t going to be able to hold out.

“You’re beautiful, honey.” I lifted my gaze to his. “I want to touch you.”

“I want to watch you take my cock.”

Oh my God, now I wanted that more.

I whimpered.

“Yeah,” he grunted his agreement.

I clutched him the only way I could.

“Yeah,” he groaned.

I lifted both hands over my head and pulsed into him.

“The best,” he growled, let go of my hips, dropped to me, his eyes capturing mine, his gaze vague with sex and lust and oh so much more, he rumbled, “for last.”

Then his head shot back, his neck muscles strained, his hips drove into mine, and I watched the beauty of him being swept away.

It was a toe-curlingly smooth move when his climax started to leave him and he collapsed and rolled, both at the same time, so I ended up on top, but I never really took his weight.

And then he clamped both of his hands on my ass so we didn’t even inadvertently lose connection, lifting his knees so his still-hard dick slid in that little bit more.

I bent my knees too, for the same reason.

I also puffed a happy breath against his neck.

He squeezed with both hands.

We both came down, quietly, together.

Then he explored, raising his head to nuzzle my neck tenderly with his lips, his fingers gently digging into my crease, one going up, one going down, meeting our union. His other hand slid up my spine and into my hair.

That was when I raised my head.

And griped, “That was totally no fair.”

He grinned, unrepentant.

“Just because you’re stronger than me and have otherworldly hip strength, don’t think you can take over during sex,” I warned.