Page 76 of Icebound

“Stop talking and fuck me already.”

He groans, and in one smooth movement, he pushes into me, each delicious inch by inch, and connects us. Our breath mingles as we both exhale in relief.

He fills me completely.

He’s big, but we fit better together than I thought. We’re not quite puzzle pieces, but we’re pieces in the same puzzle. Rhode hasn’t even started moving, and he’s already too much.

He digs his fingers into my ass as he holds me up. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

My eyes almost roll back into my head. “Move, I need more.”

His chest heaves against mine like he’s trying to hold himself together. “Just… Give me a second.”

Rhode’s grip’s almost bruising, but I love the feeling. He sucks in a deep breath, then he pulls back out. Then in again, then out. His ass clenches with the movement, and the wet slide of him has me whimpering.

His lips graze my ear. “You feel so good around my cock, Nina. Too good, if I’m honest.”

“Good because you feel incredible inside me.”

“It’s ‘cause I’m big, right?”

“I’ve had bigger,” I lie, nipping his earlobe.

“You little liar.” He slaps my ass again. Harder this time, but I like that he’s not gentle with me. “No, you haven’t, but we all know skill’s more important.”

“Oh, yeah?” I lick the shell of his ear. “Prove it, Tremblay.”

He thrusts into me, deep and rough, while using his grip to pull me down so he’s buried to the hilt. Then he really starts moving.

Slowly at first.

Then faster, and faster.

Circling me in that delicious motion. He slides in and out at a rhythmic pace that has me trembling around his cock.

I dig my nails into his firm ass. Every thrust pushes me harder against the door. He’s relentless. My breasts bounce against his chest, and I can feel his heartbeat pulse inside me as we glide together on a current I’ve been trying to catch my whole life.

Throughout it all, Rhode holds me up, never letting go. Each thrust is more punishing than the last, but I love his roughness, the wet feeling of his cock moving inside me.

We fuse ourselves together until there’s not an inch of space between us, and every upward jerk of his muscular hips hits my clit in savage strokes. We’re a filthy symphony of breaths and gasps, and the noises we make will play on repeat in my dirtiest dreams.

I tug his hair, a lot. He bites my neck, a lot.

Our lips never touch, but his heart beats against mine.

“Harder, Rhode,” I moan. “Please.”

He growls into my neck, pumping his hips faster. “Dammit, Nina,” he says my name like a curse.

Good. I’m cursing him for becoming the blueprint for all my future sexual encounters.

He presses my wrists over my head, imprisoning them between his palms. It’s a testament to his brutal strength that he’s able to keep holding me with one hand.

He asks if I like that too. Another yes.

No one’s ever done this to me before, and now, no one will be able to do it again without me thinking of Rhode. He touches me like it’s the start of an ending. Maybe he doesn't see this going anywhere past this room, and the idea stings, but I keep it to myself because I don’t want to ruin the moment.

He picks up his pace, and his thrusts become urgent as my thighs grow wet with need. The heavy, frantic slapping of skin drowns out our cries.