Page 52 of Substitute Bride

She raised her hands until she was pulling on his shoulders, trying to bring him higher and into a better position to ease the ache at her center.

He resisted, suckling and breathing loudly around her breast. Every flick of his tongue sent new sensations shooting down to her arousal, and she writhed and arched up as her hands flew above her head to clutch the headboard.

He hummed against the damp cotton between his mouth and her flesh, one of his hands sliding down the side of her body until he was cupping her bottom. He used his grip and the weight of his body to hold her still as she moved restlessly.

“Ah!” she gasped, wondering if she was going to come just from his mouthing her breast. She was afraid if she let go of the headboard she might shatter completely.

He hummed again, the vibrations causing her to arch up and hook her legs around his thighs.

Then she felt his hand move again. He palmed her groin, and he must have felt how hot she was, even through the fabric of her pajamas.

She rubbed herself against his hand, exhaling in pleasure at the feeling.

Then his hand was gone, and he moved at her urging, moving above her and kissing her again.

She clung to him, wanting him so much it felt like she could swallow him whole. He smelled like James, the warm male scent heightened by the heat and weight of his body and his urgency.

As they kissed, he started to pull down her pants and panties until she was able to kick them off.

In the meantime James rid himself of his pajamas, and she spread her legs for him, pulling him into position between them.

He wasted time by slipping his hand down to finger her, checking to see if she was ready.

Her spine arched in pleasure when he stroked her arousal, sliding two fingers inside her.

He gave a low grunt that made her shiver.

Her thighs tightened around him instinctively, her hips bucking up in response to his caress.

Soon her whimpers transformed to wordless pleas as the pleasure threatened to drive her crazy.

She let go of the headboard, which she’d been clinging to again, and reached to grab him low on the back.

She clawed at his ass and was rewarded when he pulled back his hand and braced himself on one elbow above her.

Reaching to the front of his body, she found his erection and something thrilled inside her at how hard he was. He wanted her. Her. Rose. She stroked him, thrilling again when he sucked in a quick breath in response.

She pulled back as he reached into his nightstand drawer to grab a condom like he had the other night. She took it from him and rolled it on, and then she tried to guide him into position. He reached down with his free hand to help her, lining up the tip as she spread her thighs further apart.

She cried out softly as he pitched his hips forward, pushing the hard length of his erection into her.

Rose bent up her knees, drawing him in even deeper, and she heard him grunt again. He was breathing heavily above her—the texture of his urgent pants matching her own.

Then he adjusted until his forearms were folded beneath her shoulders, holding her in a kind of embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and squirmed, the tight pressure of his flesh inside her only feeding her desperate need.

He began to thrust then, a tight, urgent expression on his face. He started slowly and evenly, but his steady rhythm didn’t last.

Rose squeezed him with her arms, her thighs, and her inner muscles, huffing out eager sounds of pleasure and frustration. James jerked his head to the side instead of devouring her with his gaze as he’d been doing before.

He was midstroke when Rose’s hands lowered again to his ass, her fingernails digging into the firm flesh there. He grunted and fell out of rhythm, driving into her in a short sequence of fast, clumsy thrusts.

The unexpected friction felt so good that Rose choked out a breathless sound, her head tossing against the pillow and her eyes closing.

Then James jerked to a sudden halt, still buried inside her. He breathed in ragged gasps through his nose, and his body was so hot it burned her wherever they touched.

They were touching everywhere.

Rose understood he was having trouble keeping control, but she was quickly approaching climax and she couldn’t be patient.