Find Me (The Found Duet #2)(79)
Author: Laurelin Paige

“Oh my God.” I closed my eyes and didn’t move, but I could feel him throbbing inside me, and it was so fucking amazing. “Oh God.”

“Gwen?”

I opened my eyes and found his expression labored and concerned. “It’s good,” I assured him. “It’s really, really good.”

His face relaxed and a smile slid onto his lips. “You feel incredible. So tight.” He lowered his mouth to one of my breasts and sucked a nipple in his mouth, pulling it just enough to make me wriggle.

“Ah!” The slight movement had sent shockwaves through my limbs, lighting me up like a firework. The sensation diminished as soon as I stilled. And it had been so good I wanted it back as soon as fucking possible. So I began to move.

I rode JC much slower than he usually rode me, bobbing up and down at such a gentle pace that I was positive he was going crazy. But I was going crazy too, my entire body vibrating more with each stroke. I felt wonderfully dizzy, and I put my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance.

JC ran his hands all over me—down the sides of my torso, up over my breasts, lower to graze against my pussy. He was desperate for me. The power I had over him added to the pleasure, and pretty soon I was nearing climax.

Before I could get there, JC leaned in toward my ear. “Are you used to it now?” he asked huskily, his breath tickling my lobe.

“Uh huh.”

“Good,” he growled. “Because now you’re going to get on all fours on the bed so I can fuck you like I want to.”

I came to a halt, frozen by a cocktail of apprehension and desire. JC liked to pound—was I ready for that? On the other hand, while I’d thought I’d been aroused before, his sultry threat was pure magic, turning me on so much that I couldn’t think or breathe.

“Gwen.” With one stern syllable, he reminded me who was in charge. Reminded me who I wanted to be in charge.

I climbed off him, hastily, and scurried to the mattress, getting into the position he’d requested. Behind me, I heard him get up. Then he was standing next to the bed. He put a hand on each hip and tugged me to the edge of the bed.

God, oh god, oh god.

He was going to stay standing to fuck me. That meant he’d have the strength of his legs to thrust. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

Yeah, this was going to be good.

Once he had me where he wanted me, he smacked his palm across one cheek. I jumped at the sting, surprised to find that the slap made me even wetter. He moved in close, and I could feel his thighs pressed against the back of mine. He drew his cock along my pussy, landing at my backmost hole.

“That over there,” he said, his voice raw, “was what you gave me. The rest I’m going to take.” Then, with his fingers gripping my hipbones, he nudged in to the hilt. And he took.

Though I’d been warmed up, his hasty entrance burned, but the bite of discomfort blurred quickly with the electrifying ecstasy that devoured me as he lost himself in a manic frenzy of thrusts. Low grunts punctuated each stroke, and his fingers pinched my skin, and the unevenness of his rapid rhythm told me that he’d lost control.

Maybe I should have been worried. But, Jesus, it was the hottest thing he’d ever done to me.

And, fuck, did it take me where I wanted to go. Within seconds, I was there, coming and coming, long and hard, my body undulating and shuddering as JC once again claimed me as his. Rainbows streaked in front of my eyes, tears ran down my face, a constant string of nonsensical syllables tumbled from my mouth, and even I wasn’t quite sure whether or not I was in pain or rapture.

Both. It was both. Not pain because he’d hurt me physically, but pain because the euphoria was so overwhelming that it almost became a burden.

I was still skyrocketing when he caught his own release. He rocked into me then stilled, letting out a ragged, drawn-out cry that sounded to me like a shout of victory.

I collapsed and he fell onto the mattress beside me, both of us completely shattered. My brain was mush, and I was ready to let sleep consume me without cleaning up or even moving under the sheets.

But JC stretched his hand out to caress my back. “Are you okay?” he asked, and whether it was tentative or simply weak from exhaustion, I wasn’t sure.

I turned my head toward him. “I’m more than okay. I’m yours.”

His smile was subtle, but it lit up his entire face. With some hidden reserve of energy, he gathered me into his arms. “Then I have everything,” he said softly, and that was the last thing I was conscious of before falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Chapter Eighteen

When I woke that evening, JC wasn’t in bed. I threw a robe on and found him wearing only jeans, pacing in the living room while he talked on the phone. He saw me immediately, and his expression grew weary.