He smiled into her hair. 'So are you.'
She ran her hands up and down his sides, and he felt the heat in him go nuclear, especially as she slipped one arm between their bodies and her palm headed south. When she hit his lower belly, his erection pulsed with the desperate need to be touched, to be stroked, to be squeezed until it exploded.
But he captured her wrist and withdrew her hand. 'Marissa, I want you to do something for me.'
'What?'
'Let me see you through this, okay? Let's have this time be all about you.'
Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his own.
Butch treated her with such exquisite care, Marissa thought. And with total restraint. Every touch was soft and gentle, every kiss was easy, unhurried. Even when his tongue was in her mouth and his hand was between her legs and she was going wild from the way he went after her, he was in control of himself.
So when he rolled over onto her and his thigh parted hers, she didn't flinch or hesitate. Her body was ready to take him inside. She knew it by the slippery feel of his fingers when he'd touched her. Knew it from her hunger for his sex, too.
He settled his weight on her comfortably and that gloriously hard part of him burned her core as it brushed against her. With a shift, his shoulders bunched up and he put his hand down between their bodies. The head of him found the doorway to her.
Butch propped himself up on his thick arms and stared down into her eyes as he started with that light rocking motion she remembered from before. She deliberately relaxed herself, trying to get as loose as possible even as she became a little nervous.
'You're so beautiful,' he groaned. 'You okay?'
She ran her hands up his ribs, feeling all the heavy bones under his skin. 'Yes.'
Pressure and release, pressure and release, a little deeper each time. She closed her eyes, feeling his body moving on top of her, inside of her. This time the stretching, the way her interior yielded to him, the fullness, struck her as delicious, not scary. On instinct, she arched, and as her hips came back to level, she realized that his pelvis and hers had come together.
She lifted her head and looked down. He was all the way in.
'How does it feel? You all right?' Butch's voice was ragged as his muscles flickered under sweat-soaked skin. And then his erection jerked.
A stinging pleasure lit off deep inside of her and she moaned. 'Dear Virgin in the Fade… do that again. I can feel you when you do that.'
'I have a better idea.'
As he drew his hips back, she grabbed onto his shoulders to stop the gliding retreat. 'No, don't stop—'
He moved forward, pushing back into her flesh, filling her once more. Marissa's eyes popped and she shuddered, especially as he went again with the retreat and the advance.
'Yes…' she said. 'Better. This is even better.'
She watched him as he rode her so carefully, his pecs and his arms flexed up hard, his belly muscles curling and uncurling as his hips rolled into her and relented.
'Oh… Butch.' The vision of him, the feel of him. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on every subtle thing.
God, she hadn't expected sex to sound so erotic. With her lids closed, she heard the catch of his breath, the soft creaking of the bed, the rustle of the sheets as he repositioned one of his arms.
With every push and pull, she was getting hotter. And so was he. In no time, his slick skin went fever-baked and he began to breathe in short sucks of air.
'Marissa?'
'Yes…' she sighed.
She felt his hand go between their bodies. 'Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come like this.'
He started in with a wicked, licking touch while keeping up with the slow pump. Within moments, lightning gathered in her core and exploded, blasting out all over her, the orgasm locking her onto him in a series of contractions.
'Oh… yeah,' he said hoarsely. 'Grab onto me. That's what I like…
When she finally went limp, she opened her eyes in a daze and found him looking at her with total awe… and more than a little concern.
'Was that all right?' he asked.
'Amazing.' The relief that bled into his face made her chest ache. And then she realized something. 'Wait… what about you?'
He swallowed hard. 'I would love to finish in you.'
'Then do it.'
'It's not going to take me long,' he said under his breath.
As he began to move again, she went motionless and just absorbed the feel of him.
'Baby?' he said roughly. 'This okay? You're so still.'
'I want to know what your part is like.'
'Heaven,' he said into her ear. 'With you, it's heaven.'
He dropped down off his arms, his body hard and heavy as it began to churn above hers. She opened her legs as wide as they could go, her head moving up and down on the pillow from how he was pumping into her. God, he was strong.
With luscious propriety, she ran her hands across his bunched shoulders, then down his surging spine to the place that was hinging against her. She knew just when it was getting to be time for him. His rhythm became urgent, the distance of the thrusts getting tighter, the speed increasing. His whole body grew rigid within its range of movement, surging back and forth, no chance of stopping now.
Breath shot out of his mouth and brushed over her shoulder and the sweat beading on his skin wiped off onto hers. When his hand grabbed her hair and squeezed into a fist, she felt a lick of pain and didn't care. Especially as his face lifted up and his eyes squeezed shut as if he were in exquisite agony.
Then he stopped breathing altogether. The veins popped at the sides of his neck as he threw his head back and roared. Deep inside, she felt his erection kicking, felt hot liquid shoot into her on spasms that shook his whole body.
He collapsed onto her, damp, overheated, gasping. His muscles twitching all over.
She wrapped her arms around him, her legs, too, and held him within her, cradling him.
How beautiful he was, she thought. How beautiful… all this was.
Chapter Thirty-six
Marissa came awake to the sounds of the shutters lifting for the night and the feel of hands stroking over her stomach, her breasts, her neck. She was on her side, with Butch tucked in tight against her back… and his hard planes of muscle were rocking in an erotic rhythm.
His erection was hot and it was searching her out, probing at the crease of her buttocks, wanting in. She reached behind and dug her fingers into his flank, urging him on, and he took the cue. Wordlessly, he rolled on top of her back, his body pushing her facefirst into the pillows. She shoved them out of the way so she could breathe as he split her legs open with his knees.
She moaned. Which evidently woke him up.
He jerked back as if he'd punched his arms into the bed. 'Marissa… I… ah, I didn't mean to…'
When he retreated, she rose onto her knees, trying to keep contact with him. 'Don't stop.'
There was a moment of pause. 'You must be sore.'
'Not at all. Come back on me. Please.'
His voice went all gravel and rasp. 'Jesus… I'd hoped you'd want to do this again. And I'll go easy, I swear.'
