Page 121 of His Secret
Every second feels like a minute, and I’m afraid I might combust if he doesn’t fuck me soon. The tear of the wrapper sends chills down my spine. The cap of the lube opening has my toes curling. Feeling his fingers at my entrance has me sucking in a breath.
When his cock finally prods at my hole, I tighten my grip on the chair, arch my back even more, and try to remember to keep breathing.
When he starts pushing in, he groans. He slips past the ring of muscle and I exhale just as he sucks in a shuddering breath.
“So tight,” he says. “So fucking tight.”
Adrian begins slow, keeping himself tame as I adjust to the size of him, but his fingers dig into my skin as he holds me firm around the waist.
He pulls almost completely out before thrusting in with a little more force.
“Yes!” I cry.
It spurs him on. He draws back again, repeating the long and slow strokes until he can’t hold back any longer.
His hips move faster, his cock going deep inside me, stretching me open. I haven’t been with anyone like this in I don’t know how long. While the sensation isn’t brand new, it’s not what I’ve been used to, and I almost forgot how good it can be.
Maybe it’s just because it’s him.
“Matías,” he grunts. “Oh, my god.”
“You feel so good,” I tell him.
“Yeah?” One hand slides up my back, gripping my shoulder.
I release a moan as he moves. “Yeah,” I say on a breath. “God, yes.”
“I never want to stop,” he says. “I want to be inside you forever.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant, wanting nothing more than for this to never end.
He slows his movements, holding my ass cheeks apart as he pulls out. I clench around him, drawing him back in slightly.
Adrian moans. “Do it again.”
I listen, giving him what he wants.
“Fuck.” The word is drawn out, husky and dripping with lust. “I’ve always loved the way you take me.”
“And I’ve missed the way you fuck me.”
Another groan of appreciation leaves his throat. He pushes at my right leg, so I pull it in, and his foot comes to rest on the cushion next to it. The front of his body leans over the back of mine, one arm snaking around my middle as he rocks into me.
“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had. Tell me nobody else made you feel the way I do.”
He’s not seeking the truth. He wants to hear what he wants to hear.
“You’re the best,” I say between grunts as he thrusts. “Only you.” I moan. “Only you make me feel this way.”
But it’s one hundred percent the truth, and he probably doesn’t even believe it, because he’s never understood just how much he means to me. How much he’s always meant and will always mean.
“God, Matías,” he groans. “I…I…This is…Fuck!”
He never finishes the thought. He fucks harder and deeper.
“You’re mine,” he says, but not with conviction. “You’re mine. Mine. God, tell me you’re mine.”
I’m nearly over the back of the chair, his force pushing my body closer and closer to the window. I put my hand on the window seal to keep my head from slamming against the blinds.