Page 20 of Redeem My Heart

Then he’s lowering himself on top of me. His hips wedge between my thighs and I feel the long, hard length of him brush against my leg.

He notches himself at my entrance then slowly pushes inside. There’s pressure but no pain. Probably because I have a toy that’s a little smaller than him.

“Goddamn, you’re wrecking me, Sunshine.” He thrusts all the way inside, then looks down at me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my feet at the ankles and squeezing him to me.

“You feel so good. I don’t know how long I can make this last. You’re so hot inside, and wet. Perfect. You’re perfect.”

“You feel perfect too,” I tell him. “You can move now. I’m good.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. You feel amazing.”

Somehow, he rocks back on his knees. His dick stays in place, and his eyes are locked on where our bodies are joined.

“I have to watch,” he says.

Then he starts to move, shallow at first and then long, hard thrusts.

“Oh shit!” He’s rubbing some spot inside of me that I’ve never been able to reach. “Don’t stop doing it just like that.”

“Look at that greedy pussy.” He puts one hand on my pelvis, his thumb dropping so that it just barely rubs against my clit.

And that is all it takes before I come completely undone.

I’m pretty sure I’m screaming or crying or just chanting his name. That was the orgasm to end all orgasms. I feel utterly drained.

I open my eyes in time to see him climax as he empties himself inside me with a roar.

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eleven

Dane

We’re laying cocooned in my bed, her body snuggled against mine and her head on my chest. I’ve never done this with any other woman. It feels so much better than I would have imagined. I always thought this rom-com movie position was solely for the ladies.

“This thing that you’re doing with the dogs is important.” Her fingers trace random designs on my chest while she speaks. “It’s a good thing. I hope you realize that.”

“It’s just nice to have a purpose again.”

She looks up at me then, her eyes searching mine. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, but she leans in and kisses me.

We’re quiet for a little longer, and I think she’s maybe fallen asleep until she speaks again.

“So, what are we doing here exactly? Are we changing the fake dating to real dating?”

Her question seems to take on a life of its own, coiling around me like a snake about to strike. That’s when the panic slams into me like a hard, concrete surface.

I know I should answer her. Say something. Anything. But I’m frozen.

I don’t want to make her promises I can’t keep.

“Must be door number three then, the awkward hook-up. Gotcha.”

“What do you want me to say, Sunshine?”