Smiley
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He was there in an instant, scooting across the seat. “For what?”
She drew up her knees in a sad attempt to cover her br**sts and shield her pu**y from his view. “I suck at being forward.”
His fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder and he stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. She smothered a moan. Her body was turned-on and she didn’t seem to have an off switch. To her senses, even the barest touches seemed amplified.
“Vanni? Look at me.”
It took courage but she did it. Their gazes locked.
“Talk to me. How are you trying to be forward? I’m unsure of what you mean. Be blunt. What are you thinking?”
She’d always been a bit shy and passive when it came to sex. Of course she’d never been dosed with a drug that made her br**sts feel heavy and ache to be touched. Her pu**y throbbed so much it was turning into real pain.
“I took off the ring.” She swallowed. “I need you.” It was difficult to tell him that she wanted him to f**k her and she couldn’t get those exact words out. “You, um, don’t have to take care of yourself. We could help each other.”
That soft growly groan he uttered was sexy and made her ache.
“I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow after the drug is out of your system. You’ll regret it.”
“Maybe.” She decided to be honest. “But tomorrow isn’t right now. And I won’t hate you. I’ll beat myself up if I have to blame someone. I want you.”
“Are you certain?” He stopped stroking her arm.
“Yes.”
“Are you on the Pill or any form of birth control?”
“Yes and I have a clean bill of health. What about you?”
“Species don’t carry diseases.”
She lowered her gaze to his chest. He was muscular and broad-chested. “You’re perfect too.” A stabbing pain shot up her spine. She clutched his upper arm. “It’s starting again.”
He leaned closer and reached behind her seat. She wondered what he was doing until the seatback reclined. She collapsed with it and gasped. Smiley slid off the seat, breaking her hold on him, and fumbled with something near his legs. The front driver’s seat clicked and he shoved it forward. He straightened to his knees in the less cramped space between the seats and gripped her thighs. One tug and her ass slid to the edge of the leather. He wedged his h*ps between her spread thighs and bent over until his face hovered inches above her own.
“I’ll be gentle.”
She was about to have sex with a stranger. She always thought it would be impersonal and cold. It didn’t feel that way when he smiled. It put her at ease. Smiley didn’t just enter her, he kissed her instead. She wrapped one arm around his middle and the other over his shoulder, her hands exploring the expanse of his back. He was warm and had silky-soft skin, considering he looked so tough. He reached between them and massaged her clit.
She tore her mouth away from his and moaned. “I hurt.”
“Wrap your legs around me as high as possible.”
She didn’t argue or question him but pulled her knees higher and clamped her inner thighs against his ribs. It trapped one of her arms under his but he pressed his weight down to pin her there when she tried to wiggle it free.
“Just allow me to lead this, Vanni. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
The way he said it, so soft yet gruff, sent the good kind of chills down her spine. He stopped playing with her cl*t and she wanted to protest but before she could his c**k brushed against the slit of her pu**y.
“Relax,” he urged.
She wiggled, wanting him inside her too much to worry about his size. “I can’t.”
He pressed tighter against her and she assumed he used his hand to guide his shaft to the perfect spot. He found it and surged forward. Vanni gasped, his c**k stretching her vaginal walls as he pushed inside her. She was extremely wet and ready to take him but he froze.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Don’t stop.” She wasn’t sure what was wrong but she dug her heels into his lower spine. “Please.”
He made another soft sound in his throat. “I couldn’t if the damn SUV caught fire. We’d burn. I’m just afraid I’m going to lose it and be too rough. You feel too good.”
She bucked her hips. “I hurt for you.”
He pressed deeper inside her and she cried out. He was really big. Her body seemed stretched beyond capacity. Concern hit her for a split second. He went deeper and she clawed his back, frantically wanting him to move faster. She’d been so sure it would hurt but he felt amazing.
“Too slow,” she gasped.
“I’m trying to be gentle, babe,” he murmured, his voice gruff. “Fuck. The drugs are making you swell inside. We’re going to kill each other. I’m terrified I’ll be too rough with you.”
He was part animal and she had no idea what his version of rough was. It didn’t matter though, when he withdrew a little and adjusted his h*ps to drive into her again with a steady thrust. The pleasure overrode any fear. He found that G-spot she’d heard so much about but never had a guy find before. Her eyes widened in surprise and she cried out his name.
His chest touched her br**sts and every movement brushed his hot skin against her hard ni**les. He rode her faster, hitting that magic spot that sent sparks of rapture straight to her brain. She moaned, lost in the sensation of their joined bodies. It was a tight fit and she could feel every thick inch of him. More of Smiley’s weight came down on her but the solid mass of his body stretched above her was comforting instead of crushing. She wanted to get as close to him as possible, until they fused together. His pelvis ground against her clit.
She drew up her knees in a sad attempt to cover her br**sts and shield her pu**y from his view. “I suck at being forward.”
His fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder and he stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. She smothered a moan. Her body was turned-on and she didn’t seem to have an off switch. To her senses, even the barest touches seemed amplified.
“Vanni? Look at me.”
It took courage but she did it. Their gazes locked.
“Talk to me. How are you trying to be forward? I’m unsure of what you mean. Be blunt. What are you thinking?”
She’d always been a bit shy and passive when it came to sex. Of course she’d never been dosed with a drug that made her br**sts feel heavy and ache to be touched. Her pu**y throbbed so much it was turning into real pain.
“I took off the ring.” She swallowed. “I need you.” It was difficult to tell him that she wanted him to f**k her and she couldn’t get those exact words out. “You, um, don’t have to take care of yourself. We could help each other.”
That soft growly groan he uttered was sexy and made her ache.
“I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow after the drug is out of your system. You’ll regret it.”
“Maybe.” She decided to be honest. “But tomorrow isn’t right now. And I won’t hate you. I’ll beat myself up if I have to blame someone. I want you.”
“Are you certain?” He stopped stroking her arm.
“Yes.”
“Are you on the Pill or any form of birth control?”
“Yes and I have a clean bill of health. What about you?”
“Species don’t carry diseases.”
She lowered her gaze to his chest. He was muscular and broad-chested. “You’re perfect too.” A stabbing pain shot up her spine. She clutched his upper arm. “It’s starting again.”
He leaned closer and reached behind her seat. She wondered what he was doing until the seatback reclined. She collapsed with it and gasped. Smiley slid off the seat, breaking her hold on him, and fumbled with something near his legs. The front driver’s seat clicked and he shoved it forward. He straightened to his knees in the less cramped space between the seats and gripped her thighs. One tug and her ass slid to the edge of the leather. He wedged his h*ps between her spread thighs and bent over until his face hovered inches above her own.
“I’ll be gentle.”
She was about to have sex with a stranger. She always thought it would be impersonal and cold. It didn’t feel that way when he smiled. It put her at ease. Smiley didn’t just enter her, he kissed her instead. She wrapped one arm around his middle and the other over his shoulder, her hands exploring the expanse of his back. He was warm and had silky-soft skin, considering he looked so tough. He reached between them and massaged her clit.
She tore her mouth away from his and moaned. “I hurt.”
“Wrap your legs around me as high as possible.”
She didn’t argue or question him but pulled her knees higher and clamped her inner thighs against his ribs. It trapped one of her arms under his but he pressed his weight down to pin her there when she tried to wiggle it free.
“Just allow me to lead this, Vanni. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
The way he said it, so soft yet gruff, sent the good kind of chills down her spine. He stopped playing with her cl*t and she wanted to protest but before she could his c**k brushed against the slit of her pu**y.
“Relax,” he urged.
She wiggled, wanting him inside her too much to worry about his size. “I can’t.”
He pressed tighter against her and she assumed he used his hand to guide his shaft to the perfect spot. He found it and surged forward. Vanni gasped, his c**k stretching her vaginal walls as he pushed inside her. She was extremely wet and ready to take him but he froze.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Don’t stop.” She wasn’t sure what was wrong but she dug her heels into his lower spine. “Please.”
He made another soft sound in his throat. “I couldn’t if the damn SUV caught fire. We’d burn. I’m just afraid I’m going to lose it and be too rough. You feel too good.”
She bucked her hips. “I hurt for you.”
He pressed deeper inside her and she cried out. He was really big. Her body seemed stretched beyond capacity. Concern hit her for a split second. He went deeper and she clawed his back, frantically wanting him to move faster. She’d been so sure it would hurt but he felt amazing.
“Too slow,” she gasped.
“I’m trying to be gentle, babe,” he murmured, his voice gruff. “Fuck. The drugs are making you swell inside. We’re going to kill each other. I’m terrified I’ll be too rough with you.”
He was part animal and she had no idea what his version of rough was. It didn’t matter though, when he withdrew a little and adjusted his h*ps to drive into her again with a steady thrust. The pleasure overrode any fear. He found that G-spot she’d heard so much about but never had a guy find before. Her eyes widened in surprise and she cried out his name.
His chest touched her br**sts and every movement brushed his hot skin against her hard ni**les. He rode her faster, hitting that magic spot that sent sparks of rapture straight to her brain. She moaned, lost in the sensation of their joined bodies. It was a tight fit and she could feel every thick inch of him. More of Smiley’s weight came down on her but the solid mass of his body stretched above her was comforting instead of crushing. She wanted to get as close to him as possible, until they fused together. His pelvis ground against her clit.
