Page 52 of Rescued Love
He moves harder and harder with every stroke, his cock filling me as deep as he can and his balls slapping against my ass every time he thrusts forward. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, our eyes still locked, “faster, Nathan. I need you to move faster.”
He smirks, knowing that’s exactly what I need. But he doesn’t comply.
He keeps fucking me hard and deep, reaching all the spots of me that I never knew existed until him. Reminding me of who I belong to. Claiming me and marking me in a way that I’ll never forget.
As if I would even want to.
“You’ll take what I give you, Kitten,” he groans.
He clenches his jaw, showing me the strain of him not giving into me. He wants to speed up too, to chase his release and force me over the edge so we explode together. But he’s holding back.
I grip his shoulders tighter and try to move my hips against his, wanting more, needing fucking more. He clamps one his hands down on my undulating hips while pressing me back against the door more firmly, taking my leverage.
“No,” he barks, “you can take, you can take what I give.”
I moan, my heels digging into his ass, wanting to spur him on while knowing I can’t. He won’t bend. He won’t break.
He fucks me deep, so damn deep that it almost hurts. That bite of pain anchors me, it keeps me here, focused on the man who is slowly becoming my world. The man who has stolen my heart, bit by bit, and now holds it in his hands.
The pleasure in Nathan’s eyes deepens, as if he’s able to read my thoughts.
“That’s it, Kitten,” he rasps, “feel me. Feel us. Give into it and let it carry us.”
My breathing comes out in pants, matching his own as pleasure, little sparks of it, settle on my skin. The coil pulls tighter, almost distracting me, but instead of anticipating it, I let go.
I release the worry of what will come next, of what happens if he decides he can’t stay. I allow the pain of not always being able to save the animals who need me drift away. I push the fear of being alone, of not being enough, far from my mind.
Nathan leans forward and rubs his nose against mine, pure fucking joy radiating from him. The change in the way he starts to fuck me is slow, so slow I almost don’t notice.
His thrusts start to speed up and he starts to circle his hips when he’s balls deep inside of me, rubbing his pelvis against my clit.
Our gazes stay locked, echoing and building, thrilling and mounting.
When he reaches between us and pinches my clit, I detonate. My walls tighten around his length, begging him for his cum. Everything shimmers around me, but all I can see are his eyes.
“That’s right, milk my cock,” he grunts as I feel his cock expand.
Pure fucking peace passes across his face when I feel the first jet of cum hit my walls. The warmth of him filling me, of him finding his release in me, spreads through me. I cling to him tighter, wishing he could be closer.
I would crawl inside this man, basking in the beauty of his soul, if I could.
As our bodies become one, he leans forward, our eyes still locked and kisses me gently. The contact is so soft, so gentle, that tears well up in my eyes.
It’s almost too much.
Too much emotion.
Too much good.
Too much forever.
“I know, Kitten,” he whispers against my lips, “I know.”
As we ride the last of our orgasms, I break eye contact and bury my face in his neck. His arms wrap around me fully as he pulls me away from my door. While he carries me into my room, his strides are long and sure.
I’m not even a little bit concerned about him dropping me.