Wild Kisses (Wildwood 2)

Trace stroked both hands down her hips, over her ass cheeks, then one slipped between her legs, stroking her, opening her, and guiding the head of his cock inside her.

The pressure was instant and both alarming and thrilling. He growled near her ear, and the sound in the dark as he penetrated her was the wickedest thrill she’d ever known. Her body sang with sensation, with excitement, with lust. Avery lifted her ass and opened her thighs wider.

“Mmmm, that’s my girl; make room for me.”

That rough voice rippled through her gut, like a stone in a pond. And as he inched his way inside her, insanely patient as he met resistance, his kisses and whispers tightened her chest with something more than sweetness. In the dark, trapped against the stair railing with this mouthwatering man working his cock inside her from behind, this moment overwhelmed Avery with a sense of possession. Of ownership. Of precious, gentle, but demanding domination.

And as much as her mind rejected the idea, her body responded to the carnality. To Trace’s self-confidence. To his physical and emotional power. Even to his control. He was only halfway inside her, and she was shaking with the effort to hold back another orgasm.

He kissed her neck. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Bit her shoulder. “So tight. So hot.”

She whimpered his name. “Trace . . .”

“Right here, baby.”

He wrapped one arm around her waist, slid his hand between her legs, and started those movements that made her push her hips into the pressure.

“Trace, don’t.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m going to come again.”

“Yes,” he hissed in approval. “Perfect.”

“I want to wait.” But he already had her on the edge of climax again, making her wonder where in the hell this body had come from. “I want to come with you.”

“You will.” His breath was quick and hot on her shoulder. “Right now I need you slick and juicy so I can push deep.”

The indirect pressure circling her clit was maddening. Her sex opened and took him deeper.

“That’s it,” he murmured.

The pressure brought the orgasm closer, and she opened more, took him a little deeper. The excruciating cycle of pleasure continued with his rough voice against her skin.

“Take all of me, baby.”

The visuals that flashed in her head with his words pushed her to the peak. The orgasm rushed in on a swift upstroke. Avery cried out as her back arched, pushing Trace deeper. She shuddered through another wave of ecstasy, and when her slick walls released, Trace thrust deep with a grunt of supreme satisfaction joining her moan.

Her breath stuttered in and out of her lungs. Her fingernails bit into the wood banister. And, thankfully, Trace remained perfectly still.

“Sweet Jesus,” he rasped between pants against her neck. “Never felt anything . . . so fucking perfect.”

His hands roamed her body again, his mouth kissing her shoulders, her neck, her temple. “Tell me when you’re ready, baby. Once I start moving inside you, I won’t last long. Just too fucking good.”

She took a deep breath and blew it out, then rocked her hips away and pushed back into him. The movement brought pleasure beyond description. Pleasure she couldn’t quite comprehend. His thickness and length seemed to spark sensations everywhere. The pressure spilled a foreign kind of pleasure through her body and tightened her throat.

Trace bit into her shoulder just enough to pinch. “Do it again.”

She tilted forward and added force when she pushed back. The head of his cock hit something inside her that was like a pleasure-release button, and sensation washed through her hips. “Ah . . . God . . .”

“Good?” he asked.

“So good.”

With a long, low moan—part relief, part need—he wrapped his arms around her, one at her hips, one at her breasts, and whispered, “Fuck me, Avery.”

That dark, feral tone shivered over her, and what started as a slow, careful rhythm quickly escalated into a frenzy of pounding hips, slapping flesh, heavy breathing, and moans of pleasure.

“Trace . . .” Exhausted, she paused, even though her body screamed for the orgasm he promised.

But Trace wasn’t having it. He tightened the arm at her hips, picked up the rhythm, and added power. Three perfectly placed thrusts, and Avery shattered. Her body shivered so hard, her hip muscle cramped. The pain blended with the pleasure to intensify the orgasm, while the strength of Trace’s last few thrusts slammed Avery against the banister.