Blocker (Seattle Sharks 5)

“Baby, you’re going to have to let me in your head. We can stop right now—” I shifted my weight backward.

“No!” She locked her ankles around the backs of my thighs. “I want you. I want this. I honestly can’t remember wanting anything more than I want to feel you inside me.”

Fuck, we weren’t even going to make it to the sex if she said that again. Her words alone could probably make me come.

“Then what’s going on?”

“It’s not like I don’t understand proportion, you know?” Her forehead creased.

“I am so not following you.” I said slowly.

“Proportion. You know, how your arms are as long as you are tall? Or how since you’re huge—massive really—your feet are going to be bigger to hold all of you?” Real concern shot through those gorgeous eyes.

“Okay?”

“Eric, all of you is huge. Which I should have expected since you’re...you, but I’m small. Like really small. I can’t even ride all the coasters at Six Flags.”

Understanding dawned, and if I wasn’t as hard as the iron of the wood stove, I might have laughed.

“Are we seriously about to have the will-it-fit conversation?” I asked.

“No!” She shook her head. “It’s just…”

Damn, she was pretty when she blushed like that.

“Just what?” I urged, releasing her wrists. “If you really want us to do this, you have to at least be comfortable enough telling me what you’re thinking.”

I’d meant what I’d said. I would walk away right now, keep her warm by the fire, and never complain. I might have to jump into the snow stark naked to get this erection to die, but I’d do it.

“It’s been an issue in the past,” she blurted like it was some dirty secret. “Not the fitting, part. God. I sound like an idiot.” Her hands covered her face.

I didn’t say anything, just waited until she was ready.

Finally, she peeked through her fingers and sighed, dropping her hands to her sides. “It’s been painful in the past.”

And there it was.

I closed the distance between our mouths and kissed her, gently at first, and then deeper, until she lost that fear in her eyes, and there was only blatant want.

“Whomever you were with before was the idiot, Pepper. Not you. I promise. Do you want this?” I rolled my hips, letting the ridge of my erection press against her cleft. Damn, I wanted her. Wanted to feel her ripple around my cock when she came. Wanted to part those pretty pink lips and see if she tasted as sweet as I’d been fantasizing about.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she repeated, bringing her hands to my cheeks and stroking the faint beard I had growing.

“Thank God.” The words slipped free before I thought better of them. “I’ve got you,” I promised her.

Then I showed her.

I kissed her mouth, her throat, the valley between her breasts. There was no inch of her skin I didn’t attend to as I sank lower, finally reaching the junction of her thighs.

“Watch me, Pepper,” I demanded.

Her eyes locked on mine as I set my mouth to her pussy, licking one long, luscious stroke from her opening to her clit.

“Eric!” she shouted, arching her head back and closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

She did as I ordered, and I had to press my dick into the floor to keep from coming at the lust I saw glazing her blue depths.

Then I worked her over with my mouth, using my lips to kiss and suck at her swollen flesh. God, she tasted incredible, sweet, heady, and fucking addictive. Even as I tongued her clit, I knew she was going to ruin me for any other woman.

Her head thrashed as my name became a chant on her lips. I gripped her hips and went deeper, harder, until her cries pitched higher. Her legs tightened, the muscles locking.

“Fuck yes,” I praised her. “You’re so sexy like this, all open and needy.”

Her only reply was a whimpered plea for more. She was close.

I fucked her with my tongue and pressed down on her clit with my thumb, sending her over the edge.

“Eric!” She screamed, her nails sharp against my scalp. Her hips bucked, but I didn’t let up, just drove on and on as she came on my tongue, hot and drenched with arousal.

I let her come down slightly, but kept her on a fever pitch with little strokes of her clit and sucking kisses to the inside of her thighs. Then I went back to her clit, sucking lightly and stroking her with my tongue until she came again.

“Holy shit!” she yelled.

This time, I leaned back, licking the remnants of her off my lips.

“I want you,” she urged, and I was all too happy to comply.

Reaching across our makeshift bed, I snagged a foil wrapper from my wallet and tore it open with my teeth, quickly sheathing myself after I ditched the pants and boxer-briefs. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for her again.

Fuck, I’d never been this strung out, this intoxicated by a woman.

But she wasn’t any woman. She was my Pepper.

Who was about to be mine in every way.

I slid over her and she arched up, kissing me forcefully. Her tongue was a flame in my mouth, licking into me with hot strokes.

I used my hands to bring her back to the edge again, until her hips rocked rhythmically against me. My dick slid between her folds and pure pleasure shot through me like a fucking lightning bolt. God, she was hot and wet, and so damned sexy.

“Please!” she cried out.

“Almost,” I promised, loving watching her on the edge, seeing her lose her control.

I slipped my hand between us and strummed her clit lightly, knowing she was already hypersensitive.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated, riding my hand.

I felt her thighs tense and saw her cheeks flush with her impending orgasm.

“Look at me, Pepper.” I lined my dick up to her entrance as her eyes flew open to lock onto mine. “You’re mine.”

I didn’t know where that primal urge to claim her came from, and I didn’t give a shit. Not when she was wet and hot, and so fucking tight as I slid into her heat.

“Yours,” she promised as I sank deeper, going inch by inch to give her time to adjust.

I ground my teeth, forcing my body into compliance as I stroked forward slowly.

“Eric, more. God, more.” She tilted her hips, and I was lost. A single, hot thrust and I was balls deep in her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She was like being encased in a raging volcano of heat, so tight that it was all I could do not to come. Hell, I’d been on that edge with this woman for so long now that I was shocked I’d held out.

“You. Are. Heaven.” I punctuated each word with a small thrust, watching her carefully to make sure there was no pain. She’d only feel mind-numbing pleasure with me, I swore it.

“This is amazing,” she whispered, urging me to move with a rock of her hips. “You feel incredible.”

“No pain?” I asked, making sure.

“None. Just—oh!—do that again.”

I stroked her deep, pulling out nearly the whole way and then sliding back in. Pleasure shot up my spine.

I gathered her in my arms and then started to move in slow, powerful thrusts, setting a rhythm that had us both straining, grinding, moving with each other like we’d been together for years.

Our bodies simply belonged to each other.

Harder. Faster. Until my hips pumped into her with abandon, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out all over my body and hers. It was too good to let it go. Too perfect to willingly end it. I would never get enough of this. It wasn’t just sex, or fucking. Our bodies spoke on a level that was past chemical to spiritual as if we’d both been created to complete this act.