Priceless (Forbidden Men 8)

It was so amazing and humbling, I almost started to fucking weep.

I bit my lip, trying not to rush because I wanted to start pumping my hips so bad I ached.

Under me, Sarah attempted to hide the shock of pain, but she couldn’t hide anything from me; I could tell the exact moment I broke through her hymen.

Seated all the way inside her, I paused and held my breath, hoping she could adjust. “You okay?”

With a nod, she gulped. “I’m good.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if she was good or not. She was so tense, and I felt as if I was splitting her in two. God, she was tight. So warm and wet. Jesus Christ, this was heaven.

Being brave, Sarah watched my eyes as if my stare alone could coach her through this. She trusted me that much.

Tenderness filled me. I brushed a sweaty piece of hair off her brow and tucked it behind her ear.

“It’ll feel better soon. You’re doing great.” Then I kissed her softly, my lips barely brushing hers. It was sweet enough for her to close her eyes and sigh. But for the life of me, I couldn’t close mine. I couldn’t stop watching her.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I hissed out a breath. “Holy shit, Sarah. I’m inside you.”

“Yeah.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I noticed.”

I laughed too, everything in my chest dancing with joy. “God, I love you.”

Her eyes reopened. “I love you, too.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant platonic love, or what, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. I was inside her at last. And it was perfect.

“You okay if I move it now?”

She sent me a harassed glance. “Yes, move. Don’t hold back on my account.”

Keeping close tabs on her, I pulled out, nearly all the way and then stroked back in. Her eyes widened and breath hissed from her lungs, but then...then she smiled.

Best fucking smile ever.

“Ooh, that actually felt good.”

“Right,” I said, grinning as I thrust again, slow and steady. This time she arched with me.

“Again,” she demanded.

Kissing her, I thrust a little harder, a little faster, and tightened my grip on her hands I was still holding over our heads.

She moaned, tipping her chin up to expose her throat, so I kissed my way down, nibbling on soft skin as my strokes grew jerkier, harried. My balls tightened a split second before the rush exploded from me. Shit! I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back, wait until she was ready again. But it felt so good.

I moaned, fucking her harder than I meant to as the orgasm tore through me.

And then the most incredible thing happened. Sarah’s inner walls tightened around me as she reared up on her back and cried out, coming with me.

We held each other through the release before I collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.

SARAH

I felt different.

It wasn’t just the beard burn tingling my neck, breasts, and thighs, or the soreness between my legs either. It was something inside, something emotional.

Next to me, Brandt shifted, and his hair brushed my cheek, causing me to take a breath before turning to look at him. His blue eyes were already on me, watching. Waiting.