Page 76 of Timid (Lark Cove 2)

“Pull back the covers,” I ordered. “Get in bed.” I didn’t want to risk getting blood on her grandma’s quilt.

Willa nodded again, obeying my commands without question.

As she scooted under the bedding, I stepped onto the floor and ripped down my

jeans while simultaneously toeing off my boots. When I turned, Willa’s eyes were wide and aimed right at my bobbing cock.

“Touch me,” I whispered, stepping up to the bed. Then I took one of her hands and brought it to my dick.

She looked up at me as her palm fitted around my shaft. Her hands were so dainty but damn if she didn’t have a fierce grip. As her fingers closed around me, I fitted my hand on top of hers, just like I’d done when I’d taught her how to jack me off.

We stroked in unison, our eyes locked as our hands moved. A flush of color spread across her bare chest, rising up her neck as her grip tightened.

“Fuck, your hand feels good.” I closed my eyes and dropped my hand, letting her work me for a minute. When her thumb touched the drop at the tip, my eyes opened just in time to see her lick her lips.

Shit, I was going to come if she kept at it. I grabbed her wrist, pulling it away from my cock. Then I planted a knee in the bed and urged her onto her back. I settled into the space between her legs, careful not to crush her with my weight.

“You okay?”

She nodded.

“Tell me, Willa. Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” Her hands came to my cheeks. “Promise.”

I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. “Say the word and we’ll stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.” She angled up her hips, brushing her damp curls against my dick.

“I’ll go slow.” I reached between us, gripping my cock at the base. I used the tip to toy with her clit over and over as I latched my mouth onto hers and kissed her deep.

Her legs began to tremble and her tongue twisted in a frantic rhythm against mine, so I gave her clit one last flick and then positioned at her entrance.

The change made her freeze and her eyes pop open. I broke my mouth from hers and held her gaze as my hips inched me forward.

“Okay?”

She nodded.

The tip slid right through her wet folds, her heat beckoning me further. I balled my fist in the bedding, using every scrap of willpower to take it slow. Inch by inch, out then in, I worked myself deeper until I was seated to the root.

She winced as I planted myself deep and I cringed. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She shook her head. “It’s not that bad. Just give me a sec.”

“Take your time.” I hovered above her, careful not to shift until she was ready. When she opened her eyes and gave me a small smile, I smiled back. “You’re amazing, babe.”

Her shoulders relaxed. “You’re not so bad yourself, Jackson Page.”

“You ready for the good stuff?”

She giggled. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I pressed the base of my cock into her clit, earning a soft purr before pulling out slowly. My strokes began slow and measured, as I wanted to make sure she wasn’t in pain. But when her legs wrapped around my hips, urging me on faster, I lost control.

Thrust after thrust, I pistoned into her until her moans filled the room. When I reached between us for her clit, it barely took two flicks and she was coming apart, squeezing me so damn tight, I nearly blacked out.

“Fuck, Willa!” I roared to the ceiling as her inner walls clenched, milking my own release. I kept my hips moving, my finger on her clit, until the stars cleared from my eyes and I collapsed after the most intense orgasm of my life.