I’ve got you, baby. I’ll take care of you. Always.
Pressing a finger into her molten core, he felt her inner muscles clenching around him. Trace’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he imagined what it was going to feel like once he finally slid himself inside.
In an easy pace, he began pumping his finger in and out slowly while his tongue teased and flicked her swollen bundle of nerves.
“Trace!” Emma’s hips rose again. Her fingernails dug into his scalp as she pushed him impossibly closer.
She was close. So close.
“You ready to fly, sweetheart?” he whispered against her swollen sex.
“God, yes!”
Message received, Trace put his mouth on her with purpose. Adding a second finger, he moved his hand faster than before.
Faster. Harder.
And when he sucked her clit between his lips, she soared.
“Trace!”
Emma’s hips shot off the bed. Her thighs squeezing the sides of Trace’s face like a vise as her entire body stiffened when the electrifying shock of her climax hit.
He continued licking and sucking, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could until eventually, her body relaxed around him, and her hand gently pushed him away.
Grinning, Trace lifted himself to his knees. Reaching for the condoms, he used his teeth to open one of the foil packets.
He winced as he slid the thin barrier over his steely shaft. The tip was painfully sensitive, already dripping with his desire.
Control, Winters. You must keep yourself in control.
Unlike the countless times he’d given himself the internal command, Trace was no longer worried about guarding his heart. Right now, his only concern was lasting long enough to make this good for Emma.
Not just good. So good she’d forget about every other man in existence.
“You ready?” Trace crawled up and over body.
Flush from her recent orgasm, Emma gave him a lazy nod and grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
Reaching between them, he positioned himself at her entrance. With his eyes locked on hers and his breath stuttering inside his lungs, he moved his hips forward and drove himself home.
A low groan reverberated in his chest, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Jesus, she feels amazing.
Even with the condom between them, Trace had never felt anything so good. Just like with his hand, the slick muscles of her core sucked him snuggly inside.
As their bodies began to move as one, he realized he never wanted to leave. Not her body. Not her.
How am I ever going to walk away from her when this is over?
Refusing to ruin their first time together worrying about the inevitable, Trace brought himself back into the moment.
“God, you feel so good,” Emma moaned beneath him.
“So do you, sweetheart.” Trace continued with slow, even thrusts.So...do...you.
Once again, the world around them seemed to disappear as they spent the next hour in each other’s arms.