Part 10 (1/2)
”I need you.”
”You've got me.”
”I need-I need you inside me.”
”You want my c.o.c.k?”
”I want your c.o.c.k.”
No man in the history of the world had ever gotten a condom on faster. He practically leapt off the bed to retrieve it from his pants and then tore the package open with his teeth, rolling the condom on at lightning speed. He was about to push into her when he caught the look in her eyes and stopped.
”Cudgel,” she said.
”Right. Baby, I promise, I'm not going to hurt you.”
”I know. I need you. I'm just scared.”
”We'll go slow.”
He went as slow as he could bear, nudging his crown inside her on the first thrust and sinking deeper slowly, slowly, until he was shaking with it and she was rubbing her hands up and down his arms.
”Oh, wow. Tony. Wow.”
He sank deeper, gritting his teeth. ”You like that?”
When he finally got all the way in, she was clamped so tight around him, he thought he might die from it.
”It's incredible.”
”Tell me how it feels.”
”Huge.”
He laughed, collapsing on top of her so his face was buried in her wet, flowery-smelling hair. ”You're good for my ego, honey.”
She was smiling, too, beaming at him when he propped himself up on his elbows again. ”It feels good. I mean ... I want you to do something with it, but I like having you ... inside me.”
”You love my giant c.o.c.k.”
He said it as a joke, and she laughed and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck to pull his forehead right up against hers. She kissed him on the mouth, soft and sweet. ”Yes. I love your giant c.o.c.k.”
”Can I move now?”
”Please.”
So he rocked against her, and pleasure fanned over her face. He withdrew a few inches and thrust. She closed her eyes, inhaling through her nose.
On the third thrust, the iron bedstead banged into the wall, and Amber said, ”Oh!”
”You want me to get the bed away from the wall?”
She shook her head. ”Are you kidding me? Do that again.”
He did it again. Then again. Bang. Again. Bang.
After that, Tony kind of lost the thread.
She felt so f.u.c.king good. Tight and hot, crazy-wet, soft and welcoming and just ... just so real. No fake fingernails or fake bravado or fake sighs to make him think he was doing anything to her that he wasn't. Just her body, the smell of s.e.x on her skin, the way she closed her eyes when he made her feel something new but then opened them again and focused on his face as though she didn't want to miss anything.
He didn't want to miss anything, either, and he wasn't used to being this tuned in. He had no experience with a woman who watched him with wide eyes that seemed to see everything, to see right inside him.
Even as he reveled in the scary strangeness of it, part of him knew better.
He would pay for this.
But his hands smoothed her hair off her face, his mouth kissed her forehead and her eyelids, and he moved as deep as he could get inside her. He couldn't stop himself from clinging to this sc.r.a.p of sweetness, from thrusting deeper, harder, when she wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him with little moans and whimpers, saying his name in his ear, making him feel like the biggest f.u.c.king thing in the whole universe.
”Amber,” he said. Like an experiment, an acknowledgment that she was who he was with, the woman he wanted more than he wanted to be smart.
”Oh my G.o.d.”
”Amber.”
And then he had to kiss her again, because he wanted to say it a dozen more times.
”Holy s.h.i.+t, Tony.”
”You like it.”
”Don't stop. Ever. I'll kill you if you stop.”
”Can you come from this?”
”I don't know. Maybe. Yes. No. Don't stop.”
Tony groaned. All the tension and heat gathered in his b.a.l.l.s was pulling tighter. He couldn't make this last much longer, couldn't think about box office scores or whatever the f.u.c.k he was supposed to be thinking about to keep from coming because Amber was wrapped around him, and she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
He worked his hand between them. When he found her c.l.i.t, she dug her nails into his arm so hard, he hissed. ”Bad?”
”Good. Do that. Keep doing that.”
So he did, clumsy until he got the thrusts timed against the pulses of his finger, and she raked her nails up his back, the bed creaking hard now, the headboard pounding into the wall.
”I'm going to. Don't you dare stop, I'm going to come.”
Tighter. Harder. Higher.