When the pain of holding himself back became too much, Brendon crawled up onto the bed, snatched the condom from the comforter, and rolled it on. He was back over her in an instant, their mouths crashing together, her arms coming around him, holding him to her.
“I need to be inside you,” he told her between kisses. “I want to feel your pussy grip my dick. It’s the only fucking thing I can think about.”
“God, yes,” she moaned, her hands sliding down his back, settling on his ass as she pulled him to her.
Brendon managed to get his hand between their bodies enough to align himself with her entrance and then … Holy fucking shit.
“Chey, baby, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she whispered, still trying to pull him to her, forcing him deeper.
“Baby, you’re tight,” he said through clenched teeth. “So fucking tight.”
Her pussy clasped him, pulling him, her muscles tightening as she shifted, her knees cradling his hips.
“Brendon, please. I need to feel you.”
Lord, he wasn’t sure he was going to last long enough to pump into her. As it was, he wasn’t inside her fully and he was so fucking close.
Pulling his mouth from hers, Brendon focused on watching her, the way her beautiful features contorted with pleasure as he pushed into her then withdrew. He continued to slowly penetrate her again and again, reveling in the way she said his name, the way she seemed to want to touch him everywhere. When her hand clasped the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to hers, he drove into her, balls-deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. “It’s too good. I need to fuck you, Cheyenne. I need to see your face when you come.”
Cheyenne released him and Brendon forced himself up to his knees, gripping her hips and lifting her ass off the bed as he fucked her, driving into her as her back bowed, her head thrown back. She was so fucking beautiful, it damn near hurt to look at her.
“Harder,” Cheyenne pleaded. “Oh, yes. That feels so good. Don’t stop, Bren. Don’t stop.”
Now that he had regained some semblance of control, he had no intention of stopping. He maintained a steady rhythm until his thighs burned from the position, but still he didn’t stop fucking her, driving his cock into her slick heat, watching where their bodies were joined. He repositioned his hands on her slender hips, still holding her up as he pressed his thumb against her clit, his eyes darting up to her face as she cried out, her hands gripping the blankets beneath her.
“Come for me, Chey. Come all over my cock, baby.”
When she cried out, her first orgasm gripping her, Brendon doubled his efforts, pumping his hips, driving into her, over and over, faster, harder, until sweat dripped down his face. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. He wanted to fuck her all damn night, to keep them joined, to never let her go.
But that wasn’t in the cards because his release was inevitable. She felt too damn good.
Pressing his thumb to her clit once again, he worked her up until Cheyenne was chanting his name over and over, her inner muscles constricting, milking him until he couldn’t hold back.
“Come for me, Chey. Come again, baby. Fuck.”
“Bren!”
Cheyenne’s back bowed off the bed, the muscles in her thighs tensing, her breasts thrust upward, and Brendon lost his control, his orgasm ripping through him. And as he filled the condom, the strangest feeling washed over him. Something he’d suspected but hadn’t known was possible.
It may have been too soon, but Brendon was pretty damn sure this was love he was feeling. The inexplicable sensation that flooded his chest, making him want to keep this woman close, hold her in his arms, never, ever let her go.
He’d never felt it before. Not once in all his life.
And he was almost positive he would never feel anything like it again. Not for anyone but Cheyenne.
Despite the epiphany, Brendon didn’t have a fucking clue what he was supposed to do about that.
Not a fucking clue.
chapter ELEVEN
Okay, so missionary sex had never been like that before.
At least not in her experience.
Cheyenne could hardly breathe, but she was trying to. Part of that was her fault. She wasn’t much into cardiovascular workouts these days, but that … Wow.
Brendon had disappeared, but she heard him in the bathroom and assumed he was disposing of the condom. A second later he returned, crawling onto the bed beside her, his warmth enveloping her, bringing with it a sense of peace. When he slipped his arm beneath her head, she turned to him, throwing one arm over his broad chest, one leg over his muscular thigh, and inhaled his sexy, masculine scent.