Page 26 of Smoke and Roses

“Say my name like that again.”

“Lindsey,” he says, his voice shaking, and then as if his control has frayed, he climbs over me. Travis doesn’t waste a second. He’s pushing slowly inside me. His eyes stay locked on mine, both of us shaking from the intensity of how it feels.

I lift my knees and he cradles my face with his palm, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. He holds still inside me and breathes.

Through his chest, I can feel his heart going hard.

“Good?” he whispers in a warm, husky tone.

“Yes.”

He moves, using that big body in a controlled, devastating way. Long strokes. Hold deep. Draw back out and slide in again. Stretching me every time.

The veins in his temples rise, his body temperature climbing. Sweat beading on his chest.

When I grip his back—my hands locking into those strong muscles—his hands shove into my hair.

All the slow control evaporates. I cry out, trembling beneath him as the pleasure gets so intense I feel electric.

With a groan, he fucks me hard. The old headboard knocks against my wall.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

Travis slides his hand under me, lifting my hips, his pace never faltering. The angle makes me gasp. Of course he stays right there, his gaze burning hot as he watches my face.

“Please. Keep. That.”

My words are missing. But he gets the point. Every thrust is exactly in the perfect spot. He says in a thick voice, “Rub your clit, Lindsey.”

I find myself slick, swollen and dangerously sensitive.

Ah. Ah. Ah. Oh my…god.

Something unknots inside of me. A rush of pleasure. My pussy gushes, soaking both of us. Travis rises up above me as my skin turns to goosebumps and my mouth opens on a silent scream.

I come like a hurricane, breath crashing out of me, as his hands brace beside my shoulders, and he doesn’t stop.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” Travis pants. “I’m on the edge. You’ve got me right there.”

He goes harder and I’m pulled into another release. This one violent enough to make me scream. When my core contracts hard around him, he locks up, cock throbbing deeply inside of me.

As he comes, Travis exhales a long, shuddering breath. Through every twitch, the rough breathing, he never once looks away.

He looks like a fantasy above me. His biceps are straining, his chest is soaked with sweat that’s dripping on me.

I feel high.

Slowly, he lowers himself to one elbow, rolling me into his chest as he does.

I have no idea what to say, but I don’t feel like I have to say anything. For a long time we catch our breath, then he deals with the condom, comes back and wrestles me carefully under the quilts.

My body is like a ragdoll and it’s all his fault.

“Now that was good timing,” I murmur with a laugh against his collarbone.

He kisses the top of my head and sighs like a weight has been lifted off of him. I get it. I feel the same.

Sometime in the dark I wake up, and he’s still there, heavy and warm, one arm around me.