Elizabeth Finn - Unforgiven

She moved first, tightening her pussy around him. He didn’t know if it was inadvertent or completely intentional, and his dick didn’t give a shit. He groaned, letting his head fall back. She kissed the base of his neck, finishing it with a flick of her tongue. “Tighten on me again. Just like that.” She responded, clamping down tight, and when she let up again, he sank back to her bed.

She looked stunning as he looked up at her. He held still and she did too. His eyes studied every inch of her skin. Her breasts were so supple now, yet her nipples were still small and petite, pink and tight. He followed her body down. Her waist was such an incredible sight. Her stomach muscles were tight and her waist small. He wondered just how far up into her gut he was seated at the moment, and as her sheath trembled around him, he about lost it.

He clenched his butt cheeks, driving deeper into her, and she gasped, doubling over toward him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above his head, and as he met her eyes again, she bit her lower lip. “Ready?” She nodded, and he clenched his buttocks, driving in again. She cried out, and he stilled for a moment. He pulled back and then drove in deep again. She was pinned on top of him, and he was using his hips and his ass to fuck her. So much for giving her control.

He could feel her nipples brushing through his chest hair, and her attention stayed on him as he pounded up into her body. He watched, looking for pain, looking for her threshold, looking for anything at all that said he was pushing it too far for her. She just watched. She breathed erratically, and he occasionally lunged for her lips, pulling one into his mouth, clamping down gently and then releasing her.

When he rolled over, taking his place above her, he ground hard into her before he pulled out completely. She looked shocked and then disappointed. He understood that. He already missed that wet, hot silk on his skin. He loved how wet she could get when he touched her. He also loved how tight she felt around him. Her legs were spread wide with her knees up. He pushed them farther, and he invaded her again. This time he moved tightly but easily to her core, and when she wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his body, he started thrusting.

It didn’t take long for the pace to quicken to a nearly violent speed. As he thrust, her hips were lifted from the bed. She was clutching his shoulders, and he was biting into hers. She spasmed around him, and he pushed as deep as he could over and over. When she came, he pulled back, watching the pleasure course through her veins. He could almost see it traveling under her skin. Her body wriggled and writhed as one pulse after another left her stomach muscles twitching and clenching. Fuck, she looked stunning.

He fell apart then, pushing one final deep stroke to her center and holding it as he came. Every muscle in his body was rigid as he spent his seed inside her body. He’d never in his life made love without protection, and he couldn’t imagine it any other way with her. He wanted her to feel his cum inside her, dripping from her body. He wanted her to be constantly reminded of where he belonged—not to mention how much he belonged to her too.

He stayed buried in her, not wanting to leave her, damn near terrified to. But eventually he did, pulling away from her, lying down beside her, and wrapping his arms around her. Her . . . her . . . her. His her.

She woke in a start, crying out into the darkness. He tightened his hold on her and she stilled. Her heart stilled, her nerves stilled, and her panic stilled in an instant. “Hush,” he whispered against her ear.

The clock said it was after two, and her body was aching and sore from him. She’d guessed it would be. It’d been over six years since she’d been with anyone, and her anyones had paled in comparison to Darren—never mind there had only been three of them. Did this actually happen? She didn’t think she’d lost her mind, but how did this happen? Oh yeah, he’d asked, and she was powerless to say no. Now she had to say good-bye. Fuck.

He rolled away from her, letting go of his hold on her body, and when she rolled to see what he was doing, he was sitting naked on the side of the bed. Her Darren. He was her Darren—at least at the moment. He was all the Darren he used to be. Calm, patient, seductive. But when he turned to her, her Darren was gone. His eyes were expressionless and distant. He shook it away quickly, forcing a smile to his lips. “I should probably go.” She felt her face falling, and his did too. The completely contrived smile he’d flashed her slipped away, and he stood.

“You don’t have to go yet.”

He took a deep breath, and his brow flinched. “We’re not making it any easier if I stay.”

“And here I assumed it would be hard no matter what.”

“More than hard.” His eyes shifted to the ground. He snatched his clothes from the floor, slipping on his jeans and zipping them quickly. He didn’t bother buttoning his pants; hell, he’d not even bothered putting his underwear on. Instead, he was fleeing, and he was wasting no time doing it. She stood as he left the room, and she followed him out. She didn’t have a clue how to do this. Say good-bye to him? What did that mean? She wasn’t ready. He paused at the door, holding his remaining clothes in his hand, and he shook his head.

“Bailey.” He whispered her name, and he let his head sink as his eyes closed. “Fuck, Bay.”

“Not yet.” She didn’t want to plead. She just wasn’t ready.

“When? How long do you want to put this off? Until I break your heart again? Until I hurt you in some way that not even you can forgive? I don’t think you understand how much it destroys me . . . and yet . . . how hard it is to just let it all go. I don’t have to want to hurt you to do it. It just happens.” He waited for her to say something. Argue with him, something. But she didn’t have anything to say. “I wouldn’t trade making love to you for anything in the world, but you made the choice to leave for a reason, and you made the right choice. You know that. You deserve better than my anger and hurt and mess. I want you to have better.”

She walked to him, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing him. He held his lips closed for a moment, but then he groaned, and his lips parted. He kissed her harshly, pushing her to the wall, and then he fell apart. He slid his zipper down at nearly the same moment he lifted her, pinning her to the wall. She felt the large head of his cock nudging against her sex, and then it was over. He lowered her as he thrust hard up into her body, and she grunted as the pain stabbed her womb. She clutched his shoulders, begging her body to relax, and he buried his head against her neck, not moving, just holding her still.

He was gasping, and she was fighting back the tears. It wasn’t the pain. That was fading, but it was the real pain. The kind that didn’t go away just by breathing, relaxing. This pain wasn’t going anywhere. It was going to break her heart, and at the moment she couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist. She couldn’t focus on the pleasure buried deep inside her. He’d only moments ago been inches from walking out her door, and she could feel that hurt coursing through her. She wasn’t kidding herself. He could feel it too. The anguish in his voice, the desperation in his touch, there was no hiding it, and he wasn’t trying to.

Her hair was stuck to her lips, and as he pulled his face from her neck, he reached to brush the hair from her mouth, and then he attacked her lips. He latched on to them, thrusting his tongue within her mouth. He stumbled with her back to the bedroom, and she clung to him as he lowered her to the bed. His eyes were such a savage, sensuous thing to see. He’d made her weak in the knees for years, and having that dark depth watching her intently as he used his body to pleasure her was enough to make her fall apart.

He rolled his hips between her parted thighs, refusing to give her body even one ounce of space. He stirred the deep throbbing need in her groin, and then he stilled. He didn’t move a muscle, just inhaled and exhaled, studying her eyes.

“Over on your knees.” He sat up, pulling himself from her body, and she rolled away from him, pushing herself up to her knees. He was behind her then, and she waited for the touch. He gently parted her lips, and then she felt him again, pushing steadily in. He pulled her hips back to his groin with a jolt, and he started working her hips forward and backward. She was Jell-O by the time she came again, and when she collapsed, he pinned her hands to the bed and humped her. Her knees were spread like a frog as she lay nearly paralyzed under his weight. But nearly paralyzed wasn’t paralyzed, and what she needed to feel she could.

He pushed against her bottom, rolling his hips. It was seductive whether she could see him or not, and his hands held hers tight as he breathed in her ear. The arousal in that lurching and shuddering breath made her muscles quiver and contract around him, and when they did, he groaned, driving her building need for more just that much farther. She couldn’t possibly be aroused again, least of all when she wasn’t even sure her muscles could work, but when his breathy moans became coherent thoughts, her body started begging her to let go again.

“Fuck, Bay . . . You’re the only one I ever wanted.” He was speaking on a lurching and gasping breath, and his words were broken and guttural as he plunged into her body over and over again. He came as he ground his hips harshly against her bottom, and he was uttering her name, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.