Page 60 of Succeeding Love

His confident smirk erupted into airy laughter. “Damn,” he chuckled, tearing the foil with his teeth. “You make me feel ten feet tall.”

“Are you not?!” My eyes were still on his thing, watching as he pulled the rubbery material over its firmness.

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he groaned.

He leaned back over me, adjusting himself to press against my wetness. He was cradling my face in his hands, staring at me with so much affection it made my face burn.

“You’re beautiful, Lynn. Inside and out.” He rested his head on mine, nuzzling his nose against me.

I closed my eyes, letting myself believe his words. He makes me feel beautiful. My mom’s body, with stretch marks and cellulite, feels twenty years old again with him.

His hands roamed, caressing my soft skin. I pushed my chest into his grabby fingers and moaned as they continued down to my waist.

“Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.” He lifted my thigh to hook over his hip. “And you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I breathed, brushing my lips with his.

With one powerful thrust, he filled me. He swallowed my cries as I adjusted to him. His hands were digging into the skin of my thighs, holding me still. His breath was as ragged as mine.

We were connected. Completely. It was like our hearts were beating at the same speed. The same rhythm.

His lips were moving with mine, and he slowly moved. My legs curled around his waist, my back arching off the bed. He was reaching a place so deep I didn’t know if I was trying to get away or begging for more.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His whole body was strained, like he was holding himself back.

The painful stretching got sweeter and sweeter with every thrust, and soon I was meeting him eagerly. I wanted more.

He sat back on his heels, holding my legs to his chest. Watching him get lost in the pleasure of making everything in me clench.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he started kissing my instep. He ran his tongue up the underside of my foot and sucked my toes into his mouth.

I bucked, screaming out, feeling the tug deep in me. My insides were quivering.

I had never, ever felt anything like that before.

He stared down at me with hooded eyes, that predatory expression on his sexily handsome face. His teeth scraped against the pads on my toes and l couldn’t take anymore.

Screaming out my orgasm, my legs shook violently. He groaned, relentlessly pumping into me through my climax.

When my legs stilled and I released my death grip on the sheets, he leaned back over my body. He crashed his mouth to mine, devouring my lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the bed.

I was suddenly on top, straddling him, grinding my body into his as my sex squeezed his massive length. He had my butt in his hands, guiding me, thrusting upward and making everything so much more intense. He was impossibly deeper. It felt like he was about to break through, but I loved it. Everything was so new. So intense. So mind-numbing and amazing.

“Fuck, baby. One more time. Cum for me one more time,” he growled, intensifying his assault.

“Vin,” I groaned, quickening my pace.

The build-up was about to explode once again. Everything was too intense in this position. Seeing him lost in me was tipping me over that edge.

“Vin!” The dams were about to burst. I couldn’t keep it in.

A guttural growl rumbled in his sexy, muscled chest. His legs flexed behind me. He pulled me in for a kiss, and as I wascrying my release against his lips, I felt the pulsing strains of him doing the same.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, holding my ass still firmly against him until his body relaxed. I collapsed on his chest, spent and feeling the best kind of relaxed.

“Wow,” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.

“Wow,” he kissed the top of my head. His hand pressed into my back, and I felt totally enshrined in bliss and his comfort. “You okay?