Beyond the Bases (Out of Reach 1)

“I can’t believe you’re here.” His voice is a husky whisper. “I’ve thought about this moment so many times.”

Feeling brave from the hunger in his eyes, I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Slowly, I drop one strap then the other, holding the cups in place. His eyes burn with intensity, the brown orbs looking black from desire. I drop my bra at my feet, leaving us both in nothing but boxer briefs and a thin black lace thong.

I just about swallow my fucking tongue. The woman before me is perfect. The swell of her breasts and her pert pink nipples beg for my mouth. I thought I’d know what I was going to see from her barely there bikini but that scrap of thread was hiding more than I could have imagined.

All of her.

Every inch is perfection.

Stepping forward, I test the weight of her breast in the palm of my hand. Firm. Round. Perfect. Not able to hold back, I bend my head and suck one into my mouth, nipping her tight nipple with my teeth, then soothing it with my tongue.

“East,” she murmurs, which only fuels my desire. Moving my mouth to her other breast, I lavish it with attention as well. Before the night is through, I want my tongue to have traced every inch of her.

“What, baby?” I ask. I know damn well what she wants.

Me.

She’s in luck, because I want her just as fiercely. Stepping back from her, I make quick work of stripping out of my boxer briefs. “I need you naked, Ris.” She doesn’t hesitate to pull the thin scrap of fabric down her legs. “On the bed, baby.” Again, she complies and climbs up on the bed, where just hours ago we slept with her daughter between us.

A family.

Paisley’s words ring in my ears. I want that. I want them. I won’t stop until I prove that to her. On my knees, I settle between her legs, taking my fill of her. “You’re mine now, Larissa. I can’t come back from this moment. Tell me you understand that.” This need I have for her, for them to be in my life is strong. I know it’s fast, but damn if I want it to slow down. Not until I know they’re mine.

She nods.

“I need your words, baby.” Reaching out, I trace the lips of her pussy with my index finger, causing her to whimper.

“I’m yours,” she pants.

“Both of you, Ris. Not just you. I need both my girls.” I don’t know why, but it feels important that I clarify that before I make love to her. She nods again, which is good enough for me. Reaching into the nightstand, I grab a condom and roll it down my hard length. “I want to drive you wild. I want to kiss every inch of your skin, but right now, I need you. I promise I’ll make it up to you, but right now….” I don’t know how to tell her of this need I have inside me without sounding like a selfish prick.

Turns out I don’t have to. Larissa reaches between us and palms me, stroking root to tip. She then aligns me with her entrance, lifting her hips, showing me she wants me just as badly as I want her. Leaning over her, I brace my weight on my arms on either side of her head.

“I’ve only been with Paisley’s dad,” she whispers.

The reality of what that means, that after all these years, I’m the man she’s letting into her world, into her body, is humbling. Slowly, I slide inside her, inch by inch, giving her body time to adjust. When I’m fully seated, I bury my face in her neck and focus on breathing. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anything quite like it. Electricity pulses through my veins, my breathing labored, and my heart feels as

though it could barrel right out of my chest. All I’ve done is slide inside her. I’m still, she’s still, and it’s the most profound moment of my life.

Lifting my head, I look down at her. Holding my weight on one hand, I use the other to push her hair out of her face. “I’m the last,” I tell her. Her hands are under my arms, gripping my back, her legs locked tight around my ass. Confusion mars her beautiful face. I need to move. My cock is pulsing inside her, begging me to move. I need to make sure she understands before I do. “He was your first, Ris, and I’m your last.”

A tear slides down her cheek. I drop my head and kiss it away then begin to move. Pulling my hips back, I slowly slide home again. That’s what she feels like—home. I’ve barely been inside her, and that fact is obvious. There will never be anyone like her.

She’s the one.

Her hips lift as I quicken my strokes, powering in and out of her. I’m a man on a mission. “You feel so good,” I manage to say, thrusting in and out of her over and over again.

“There,” she says when I roll my hips. “That,” she instructs.

I do it again, and her muscles tighten around my cock. “I need you there, Ris. I’m so fucking close,” I warn her.

“T-there,” she moans deep in the back of her throat. Her pussy is going crazy as it squeezes the fuck out of my cock.

“That’s it, baby.” I swivel my hips again, just how she likes it. Her nails dig into my back, and her legs are locked around me like a vise. Her head tilts back, and she cries out my name. She’s squeezing my cock, milking me as I release inside her, following her over the edge of the bliss we’ve created together.

Sliding out of her, I fall beside her on the bed, pulling her into my arms, where she’s practically lying on top of me. I kiss the top of her head, holding on to her like my life depends on it. “You wreck me,” I pant.

“Is it always like this? I don’t remember sex being so… explosive.”