Her eyes closed against the intense scrutiny of his. He watched the change take place in her body, panic slowly ebbing, as a bloom of pink highlighted her cheekbones. She was beautiful. And she was his. She might not be aware of it yet, but she was his.
“I don’t want you to be scared of me,” his voice soothed. “I’m not going to take anything from you that you don’t want to give.” The words were dark, raspy.
He watched her as she hung in still suspension over him. She was listening, but not moving. Absorbing his meaning, and probably wondering whether she could trust what he said. He needed her trust. Because he was going to explode if she didn’t move soon.
He lowered his finger to the satiny softness of her nipple and felt her gasp. He abraded his finger back and forth as she delicately bit her lip and concentrated on his touch.
He needed her to take him inside her body. God, he needed it now.
She wasn’t making a move in that direction. She wasn’t propelling them forward. She seemed caught in an internal conflict of not knowing whether to stay and make love, or jump up and run from him.
He slowly lowered both hands to her hips, careful not to make any sudden moves that would have her running. He felt the infinitesimal tensing of her body, and he began soothing her with small strokes of his hands. Up and down, over the hollow of her narrow waist, back down to the flare of her hips, he took swipes with his hands. He felt the difference come over her, knew when arousal outpaced her distress.
“Katie, open your eyes,” he whispered.
When she did, his gaze tangled with hers and his hands simultaneously tightened on her hips, lifting her away from him enough to lodge the broad head of his erection at her wet opening.
She sucked in a breath and her eyes flared wide.
His eyes studied hers as he kept her balanced at the precipice. “Say yes, sweetheart. I need to hear you say yes.”
She sucked in her breath and licked her lips. She closed her eyes and then opened them again. Her green eyes were stormy as she whispered, “Yes.”
He silently thanked whatever deity was in charge of his sanity and slowly began pushing against her. She made a small sound between a moan and a sob.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Let me get it in.” He adjusted his hold on her and with a combination of gravity and gentle pushing, he seated himself in her all the way.
He closed his eyes in relief and felt her trembling against him, trying to adjust to his intrusion.
As the feeling of relief kept beating through his blood, it hit him that the reason he needed to be inside her wasn’t for the sex itself. It was for the connection he wanted with her. The connection she wanted too. He needed to be in her for the intimacy he was becoming addicted to.
Katie’s eyes closed and she leaned down and put her lips to his forehead, her entire attention centered on the throbbing fullness impaling her. She hung on a precipice, waiting for pain or fear, but it never came. He’d gently but relentlessly pushed in, inch by slow inch, and now she was completely stretched and impaled. Her hands shook where she gripped his shoulders and her thighs trembled. He was completely inside of her now, his face buried against her skin, his breathing ragged against her ear.
Zach felt the incredibly tight clasp of her silky body surround him and relief, hot and strong, bled through his system. Along with the relief was a burning, overwhelming sexual need for Katie. He had just enough snap left to know he was about to lose all control and ruthlessly pulled himself into check as he took sustaining oxygen into his lungs to calm the tight knot of ragged need. Slowly, as he focused on her anxiety instead of his lust, he reined in a modicum of much needed control.
Her slender white hands were supported by his chest, and the feel of her clasping him, soft and wet around him, was causing a fever in his blood. He was hit by sharp feelings of possession, protection, and an arrow of tenderness unlike anything he’d ever felt for anyone else.
All he wanted to do was take care of her and make her feel as safe as he could. “Baby, I’ll never hurt you.”
Katie heard the raspy words at the same time as Zach lifted her by the hips and encouraged her to take a stroke on him. Butterflies hit her tummy from the twin sensations of his softly spoken promise and the lightning stroke of his shaft.
A tiny moan escaped her throat as he continued the steady slide of her body on his, while seducing her with words. “Nobody’ll ever hurt you again.” He gently pumped her up and down. His words came out more forceful in time with his thrusts. “You can trust me. I need you to trust me, Katie.”
Arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements. It felt so good. This was so good. He was so good.
She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened and she found his intense brown gaze on her. She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. He liked this. He liked it a lot. It was a heady sensation, knowing how she could make him feel.
Currents of pleasure slid through her and she wanted the closeness of his kiss. She leaned down, moved her hands to his head, pressed her torso against his and put her mouth to his. His breath hissed out, and their tongues entwined, swirling together in consuming need.
Her body was on fire, but she didn’t have enough leverage to take long strokes in this position. Her body continued to move against his, but more slowly and with shortened strokes. His arms wrapped all the way around her, his tongue and mouth devouring her.
He slid his hands to her thighs and began swirling them over her skin, as if trying to calm her. He caressed up her spine and back down again, and it soothed her as well as aroused her.
Katie leaned into him, the fullness of him throbbing between her thighs, his hands gentle on her. She made a small adjustment on him, getting more comfortable, and taking a small, tiny stroke at the same time.
His hands clenched tightly on her hips. “Oh, Christ, yeah. You still okay?” The words were hissed from his throat.
Zach felt a small, affirmative nod as she moved on him again. His brain began to shut down again and his body took over. He moved her face to his, and captured her lips. His mouth opened on hers, and the kiss they shared was carnal, wet, their bodies intimately connected as he took from her mouth, giving her a hint of how it was going to be between them.
He slid his hands to her breasts and he began to manipulate her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs, and when he did, she was flooded with heat, liquid sensation that eased his way.
She broke her mouth from his and moaned as a deep-seated pleasure engulfed her. God, it felt so good. She slid up on him, and tightened her grip on his shoulders before coming back down again. He was hard and thick and Katie felt the fullness all the way to her soul.
Zach let her take control of their thrusts, but pulled her face back to his and demanded her mouth again. He pushed his tongue into the dark, wet, nirvana of her mouth and stroked her in time to the rhythm she set with her hips.
He held her hips and pushed against her while she rode him. Up and down, while they kissed, their tongues entwining, nothing between them. Nothing between them.
“Zach,” her voice was a vibration that ran through her body and into his. Her eyes opened and she saw him watching her. It didn’t stop her from sliding up, and then down again. It felt so good.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here.” He gritted his teeth and tried to endure long enough for her to come.
“I love you, thank you for this.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I love you, too. It’s good, isn’t it?”
“Mmm.” Katie’s mind shut down and she let the physical feelings take over. She’d never expected this first time to feel good, she’d only expected to endure.
Zach held her so tightly, the sweat from their bodies mingling with the hot steamy air, her body sliding against his, over him, surrounding him as he filled her completely. He held her with a tight, rut
hless possession that in her sane mind might have alarmed her. But it didn’t. This was Zach, and she could always trust him to keep her safe. He’d always kept her safe.
He pushed her to a sitting position, and his mouth landed on a nipple, his tongue roughly abrading it as his hand played with its twin. She let the pleasure take over her body; she was aroused almost to the tipping point and in the tiny part of her brain that was still functioning, gratified that she had overcome her fear.
As he played with her breasts, her arousal grew to fever pitch. She lifted herself off him in long strokes, her internal muscles clamping on him during the exquisitely satisfying slide back down.
She slid up and down as great waves of pleasure consumed her. It came to a crescendo, and her body clenched tightly as she came in a climax that sent her soaring in the stratosphere.
As soon as she did, Zach grabbed her by the hips and started jerking her body up and down on his shaft. Katie’s mind was slowly clearing from the mush that clouded her brain from her orgasm.
He was coming inside of her, groaning with the force of his release, and holding her down on top of him as he pushed all the way up until he was touching her womb.
Katie wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her as his fingers continued to bite into the flesh of her hips. Her mind was still fuzzy from her climax, the air around them scented with smells of sex. A raw, earthy quality engulfed the atmosphere. She felt his breathing slow, and his arms wrapped around her completely, squeezing her in a blatant display of possession.
Her thoughts splintered in different directions as he pulled her face up, and demanded her attention. When her eyes opened and focused on him, he was staring steadily back at her. “You’re mine.” The words were deep and slow and held absolute demand. He was claiming her completely, letting her know exactly what he wanted.
She smiled in absolute agreement. “Okay.”
A look of satisfaction crossed the harsh planes of his face. “So that was good, yeah?”