Spontaneous - Brenda Jackson [48]
Holding his hands in her tight grip, she widened her legs and lowered her body toward his erection, angling herself in such a way that allowed for deeper penetration.
She began easing down slowly and watched in heated fascination as his erection slid between the folds of her sex until she had taken in his entire length.
She heard the hitch in his breath and saw his jaw tighten. The hands she was gripping felt hot and his solid thickness stretched her, bathing her in sensations until she was shuddering almost uncontrollably.
He stared up at her and she lost herself in the depths of his gaze. He was so powerfully male and she quivered at the thought of him being embedded so deep inside her. It was as if she could feel him touching her womb, and the realization stroked her heart.
The moment she released his hands, he automatically reached out and gripped her hips, lifting his own off the bed to thrust even deeper into her. Then he pulled back and plunged into her again.
“Ride me, Kim.”
The plea, spoken in a guttural groan, unraveled her senses, fragmented her control, and she—who’d never ridden a horse in her life—began imitating what she’d seen on television. Clutching his sides with her knees as if she was riding bareback, she established a steady rhythm, moving up and down his shaft as he penetrated her more deeply.
She continued to ride him, building her confidence, flexing her inner muscles to squeeze everything out of him. When he lifted his head off the pillow to suck on her shoulder and then capture a nipple with his mouth, it seemed that every single thing inside her exploded.
She threw her head back as she continued to ride him, needing to possess him that way, needing him to surrender everything to her and knowing the moment he did. And the thought that he did set her on fire.
His hips rose off the bed as he let out a guttural groan and thrust into her. His hands locked around her hips and she felt him come inside her and knew at that moment that the condom had broken. The heat of his semen was filling her core and plunging her into one earth-shattering orgasm. She opened her eyes and met his gaze and knew he was aware of what had happened but had no intention of stopping now.
He clenched his jaw and thrust deep inside her once more as he came yet again. The air surrounding them was filled with the thick aroma of sex, but the only thing Kim could focus on was all the pleasure he was giving her. She gripped his shoulders more firmly as sensation upon sensation washed over her, through her.
Moments later, she slumped down on him, unable to move after what had to be the most intense mating session any one woman could endure. “Kim?”
She heard him whisper her name and was fully aware of his concern. She lifted her head slightly and met his gaze. She knew what he was about to say. “It’s okay. I’m on the Pill.”
“Oh.”
Was that disappointment she heard in his voice? Part of her knew it couldn’t be, but another part wished that it were. They held each other’s gaze for a long moment, and then his arms closed around her. Without disengaging their bodies, he snuggled her closer into his arms, kissed her so tenderly it almost brought tears to her eyes. Then she rested her head in the cradle of his shoulder.
She closed her eyes and knew if she never made love to another man again, this would be enough.
14
“DID LANDON HAVE any updates?”
The bedcovers rustled as Kim shifted position to ease off him. Duan lay on his side to face her, missing the feel of her warm body on top of his. He’d hoped she had forgotten about Landon’s midnight call.
He glanced down and saw the damage done to the condom. They weren’t cheap, which presented proof of the intensity of their lovemaking. He needed to go into the bathroom, but first he would answer her, not sure how much he would tell her. Already the thought of her mother spending