He stops, making me run right into his arm. “Did you say, look who’s running now?” There’s an edge to his tone that history tells me I should fear, but I don’t, not when it comes from him because I know I’m safe.
I swallow the lump building in my throat and nod. “You did run from me.”
His eyes go dark as he stares down into mine. “Well, you pushed me to my limit. Are you happy?”
I’m about to make some smart-ass remark when he hauls me up into his arms, walks me to the wall, and traps me against it. The panic flares bright but dies just as quickly.
“I’m safe,” I whisper.
There’s something in his eyes as he echoes me, and I nod, agreeing, for me, or him, or both of us. I can be what he needs. I want to be what he needs if only he’ll let me in far enough to know what that is.
He presses into my core, and I rock back against him, using the wall as leverage. This feels good, not too bad, and each pass of his cock against my clit makes me squeeze myself tighter around him.
I want more, so I lean in and bite his bottom lip gently. He counters, pulling away and delving into my mouth with his tongue. It’s a wet, sloppy kiss with grinding teeth, and I don’t care because it’s him, and he tastes like I imagined. All those times, I thought about kissing him properly and never had the guts to do it.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers against my swollen mouth.
“Only if you want me to,” I say, letting him sink to the floor, carrying me with him. I end up straddling his lap, the hard length of him trapped between us.
His hands shake, and I capture them in mine, pulling them to my lips. He whispers so softly I can barely hear. “I’m scared.”
I pull myself up, balancing on my knees on either side of him until his blunt end spreads me open. A burn pokes at old wounds for just a second, and then it’s gone, leaving nothing but the stretch of him filling me.
I move slowly, sinking down on him inch by blissful inch. He wraps his hands around me again, holding me close. I tip his chin up so I can stare into his eyes. “Stay with me.”
The look in his eyes is the same one I used to get…I shove those thoughts out of my head and focus on him, only him.
When I’m flush with his body, I stop, wrapping my legs around him, holding myself there. He stares into my eyes, and I give him a tremulous smile. “I’m not sure what to do now.”
He rocks forward, causing a friction and sending shock waves through me. “Oh,” I whisper.
His wide eyes match mine, a look of awe between us.
I swallow, afraid to move or even twitch for fear the sensation will be too much and I’ll have to stop.
He trails his fingers down to my ass, cupping the cheeks. “Perfect,” he murmurs against my lips. I test the movement, using my abs to pull myself forward, sliding him inside me, out or in, I can’t really tell, but it feels so good I press my forehead into his.
“This is…”
“I know,” he says. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”
I shake my head because none of that matters right now. The only thing that matters is the way he feels pressed into me and the tense of his muscles every time I move. The way his fingers keep digging into my hips like he wants to do more than let me lead.
“What do you need?” It’s a strange question because I’m not even sure what I need right now.
He shifts his legs from underneath my ass and rolls me flat to my back. I let him cover me in the warmth of his weight, waiting for our bodies to realign. “You are so perfect.”
I smile and thread my fingers into his hair. “You’re pretty great too.”
He chuckles, then slides his hips forward. This is an entirely new sensation, so much more than the first. I feel so full, stuffed by him.
All I can do is hold on to his shoulders and trust he knows what will work. He slides forward again, my hips slipping across the floor, a powerful thrust I can feel so deep inside me, but the base of him hits my clit just right. “Oh, do that again.”
He grins, all the fear gone from his eyes. He’s with me now. Just me. “Hold on to me then.”
I reach up and anchor my hands around his neck and let him start a slow deep pound into my body. At first, memories rear up, but I bury my face into his neck, letting his scent anchor me as much as my hold does. “Yes,” I whisper.
Then once it starts, I can’t stop it. He’s crashing against my clit, drawing my orgasm tighter and tighter inside me. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes.”