Craving You

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“Since the moment I opened my front door.”

His fingers massaged her slick folds, gently pressing the pearls against her clit, circling, then stroking.

“Tague,” she pleaded. “You can feel how wet I am for you. Fuck me.”

His features hardened as he thought of how desperately he wanted this. How desperately he wanted her.

Yet he said, “I have to make you come first.”

“I probably will the second you enter me. Please… I need you.”

He whisked aside the strand of pearls. His tip nudged her opening.

Tague held her hips and told her, “Slow.”

“I can handle this.”

His jaw worked. Could he? Because, Christ, they were perched on the precipice, and he was jonesing to make them both jump.

He said, “I already know how tight you are. And you haven’t been with a man in six years, baby. Take it slow.”

She rubbed herself against his erection, making him burn brighter for her. Her hips dropped ever so slightly until the head of his cock nestled an inch or so within her. Despite the lust and the need tearing at him, he resisted the enticement to thrust. Instead, he held her steady and watched as she mentally processed the sensations coursing through her, the vibrant current that arced between them.

He sensed how much she wanted to move her hips, but he restrained her. Frustration and exhilaration flickered in her eyes. The evocative emotions captivated him, so that he clung to this poignant moment a while longer.

Until she whispered, “Now, Tague. I want you now.”

He was so there with her.

His grasp on her loosened. She pressed down. His cock sank into her.

L.L. let out a sharp moan.

“Goddamn it, Loralai,” he ground out. “You are so fucking tight.”

She appeared rocked to her core. Her eyes danced a little in the sockets. Her breath hitched.

“Give yourself a few seconds to adjust to me,” he said.

She nodded. Her palms flattened over his chest, her fingernails dipping into his rigid muscles.

Tague fought the natural compulsion to lift his own hips and pump into her. She felt amazing, surrounding him with her heat and wetness, clenching him with her pussy as she acclimated to his size, to being filled by him.

“This is… Oh, God,” she murmured. “So incredible.”

“You’re okay?”

“I am more than okay,” she assured him. “Christ, Tague. You’re sensational inside me.”

She started to move in a sensuous rhythm, riding him leisurely, still getting used to the feel of him.

It was sheer torture to let her take the lead, yet at the moment, he needed that as much as he suspected she did. Tague wanted to be careful with her. Make sure he didn’t hurt her. Or overwhelm her with his intensity, the searing desire nearly incinerating him.

Her hands slid up to his shoulders. He cupped her breasts and massaged firmly, causing little whimpers to fall from her lips. He bent his head and flitted his tongue over her taut nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

She gasped. “Tague.” One hand shifted and her fingers raked through his hair, twining in the strands. Her hips picked up the pace to match her sudden accelerated breathing. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. What the hell—so quick?”