Page 58 of For Your Eyes Only
He slides fully inside me and holds, groaning deeply. “Gia, fuck me.” It’s more like the rumble of an earthquake.
The earthquake is inside me. My orgasm slams against the sea wall of tearing pain, and I gasp a wavering moan. “Oh, God.”
My fingers curl against his shoulders, and his mouth is at my ear, lips soft as he kisses me, as he whispers hotly, “Relax, baby. The hard part is over.”
The sensation of fullness clouds my mind. He releases my legs, sliding his palms behind my knees before moving them up my thighs to cup my ass.
Wrapping my legs around him, I do relax my fingers, flattening my palms against his skin and moving them higher to hold his shoulders as my body adjusts to this completely new experience.
“I’ve got to move.” His voice is strained as he kisses my neck, hot breath at my ear.
Nodding quickly, I turn to meet his eyes. Our gaze meets and holds, and desire blazes through my stomach.My first. And his hips begin to rock.
“Oh,” I whisper at the sensation of his hard cock moving rhythmically against my clenching core.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my lips briefly, moving higher to kiss my brow.
His rhythm picks up speed and intense focus fills his gaze. My back arches as my eyes flutter closed. The movements trigger something deep inside me. The friction stirs a need I didn’t know I had. The pain is gone, and in its place is a growing urgency.
Longing for something I’ve never felt simmers low in my stomach, encouraged by the movement of his hips, the hoarse groans in his chest. Strong hands clutch and grip my curves. Our bodies slide together, slick with sweat and moving in time.
We’re dancing. My hands are on his shoulders, and his are on my waist. His chest is at my lips, and I place my open mouth against his skin. Salt is on my tongue as I trace it along the line of muscle in his shoulder.
“Gia,” he groans, bending down to capture my mouth in another ravenous kiss. “You feel so good.”
My hips begin to rock, matching his time, and warmth spreads across my pelvis. “So good,” I murmur, learning his choreography, groaning as his cock hits a place inside me that radiates pleasure up my spine. “Yes… Yes… Keep doing that.” I’m grasping, pulling his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he gasps, kissing my mouth and seeming to let go.
Was he waiting for me? His hands go to my hips, and his shoulders bow. His cock moves deeper, hitting me in a way that has me clawing at his skin.
“Come for me, Gia,” he growls, biting the top of my shoulder, sending orgasm sparkles shimmering in my pelvis.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
We’re arms and mouths, grasping and moaning. He’s driving me higher, and a bead of sweat rolls down his cheek. I lean forward to lick it away, and he covers my mouth as he bears down two, three, four, more times until the growing bubble in my stomach fractures into a million sparkles of light.
“Come,” he orders, and with a loud moan, my insides clench and draw him into me.
He groans long and loud, and his body stiffens. His pelvis holds, and I feel the movement of his cock as his orgasm spills into me, filling the condom.
He shudders, groaning again, and I’m wrapped around him like a vine, arms and legs clinging for dear life. This is incredible, something I’ve never experienced in my life.
We’re holding, breathing hard. It takes me a moment to come back, to remember where I am, blinking slowly at the room around us.
Still inside me, Trip leans heavily on his elbow, putting his forehead in his hand. A smile pulls at my cheeks, and I reach out to thread my finger in a damp curl at the side of his neck.
Turning his head, he looks into my eyes, and emotion races from my heart to my throat. I swallow hard, fighting the sudden urge to cry. It was all so amazing and primitive and beautiful. For the first time, I understand the phrase “two become one,” and I know what we just shared is something I’ll never experience again, not even with him.
“Thank you,” I whisper. Maybe it’s stupid and childish, but I don’t know what else to say.
For a first time, I can’t imagine it could be any better than that. It was legendary.
He shakes his head, blinking his eyes away, and making me wonder if he’s feeling the same emotions as me. My fingers are still in his hair, tracing that damp curl like it’s the most treasured thing.
Reaching for my hand, he pulls it to his mouth. He places his lips against my palm, inhaling deeply before kissing my shoulder softly, his scratchy beard against my skin. Inhaling the clean citrus scent of his hair, I trace my thumb over his brow and he kisses my hand again.
Lifting his chin, he studies me, then with a rough voice, he asks, “What are you doing to me?”