Forever Hers by Walters, Ednah (top 50 books to read txt) 📕

He bent her legs, baring her to him, then settled at the entrance of her sleek heat. The latex was no barrier to her silken flesh. He fought the urge to plunge in to the hilt in one move.

“Look at me.” He meant to order her, but it came out as a plea.

Her eyes lifted and locked with his. Slowly, he sunk into her, using one arm to support himself. He was too thick for her even though she was ready for him. Inch by inch, he gave her time to adjust. Felt her inner muscles tense and relax around.

Perfect.

His lungs hurt as he held his breath and ground his teeth but he moved carefully, fighting the urge to thrust. Each movement was like an eternity and so pleasurable it hurt. Sure she wouldn’t take all of him, Eddie stopped, willing to sacrifice his desires to spare her any discomfort. Despite her wide hips and curves, Amy was a small woman.

She wrapped her legs around his mid-section, bucking her hips into his, and gasped. He’d hurt her, the one thing he’d been scared of.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re not built for someone my size.” He tried to retreat, but she clung to him.

“You move and you will be sorry. I am perfect for you, Eddie. All of you.”

Whatever control he had snapped.

Their gazes locked, he sunk into her and she pushed upwards to meet him. She trembled and gasped, but she took all of him. Euphoria raced through his veins, his heart close to bursting in his chest. Giving her time to adjust, he stroked her hair, her face.

“Yes, you are. Perfect. Mine.” He kissed her. As their tongues glided and caressed, he inched out and sunk deep inside her. Sensual pleasure shot to the base of his spine, sweat drenching both their bodies as they moved and rocked.

She was tight, soft, yet strong and resilient. Their movements became hurried. She squirmed and bucked under him, pushing him higher and higher, her hands roaming his body. Loving him.

He knew she was close when her muscles tightened around him. “Look at me, Amy.”

Her eyes flew open. They were glazed. The pupils dilated as her movements became uncontrollable, frantic, almost unsheathing him. He cupped her buttocks and anchored her to him, hoping to control her movements, but she wasn’t having any of it. She pushed and ground against him, his name escaping her lips as she crested again, her muscles contracting around him in rhythmic bursts.

He lost it.

He lifted her legs to his shoulders and thrust deep inside her again and again. Driving her hard, pushing, riding her wave. The tingle at the base of his spine exploded, shooting straight to his brain. His entire body convulsed as the strongest orgasm he’d ever had catapulted him into a place where nothing mattered but sensations.

His mind went foggy.

When sanity returned, he was flopped on top of her, her arms around him as though she never want to let him go, as though she didn’t mind his weight. Her hands roamed his face, her lips followed.

They kissed again like it was the first time, savoring tastes, palates and textures. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, so she sprawled on top of him. Her head on his chest, her body curled naturally against his.

Eddie stared at the ceiling. What the hell had happened to his control?

***

“I have to go back to my bed,” Amy whispered.

His arm tightened around her. “Not yet.”

Amy smiled, not really wanting to leave either. Not yet anyway. She rubbed her legs up and down his. He responded, his erection rising against her belly. She wanted him again, remembering the feel of him, the way he looked into her eyes as they joined as if he cared about her.

She lifted her head and studied his face. His eyes were wide open. The light from the bedside lamp flickered on the planes of his face, creating shadows. He looked tense. Why?

“That was amazing,” she murmured. Not giving him a moment to respond, she scooted up and kissed him. He took over, his mouth so hot yet gentle. When he rolled her over and pinned her down with his thigh, she tore her mouth from his.  “No, it’s my turn.”

“Turn?”

“To make love to you.” The arrogant grin that crossed his lips said it all. “You can’t control everything all the time.”

“Why not? I’m good at it.”

Arrogant man. “Yes, you are, but it’s my turn to lead. You sit back and enjoy.”

She reached down to find him, but he trapped her hand against his stomach.

“Give me second.” He slid off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush, then he was back. Big, bold, beautiful, his erection rising from the tuft of dark hair until it stood erect and proud.

She went on her knees and raised her arms to him. “Come to me.”

Eddie closed the gap between them, secure in his nakedness. He stopped by the edge of the bed, dropped a box of tissues she hadn’t noticed him carrying and placed his hands on his hips. He was daring her to go to him, controlling the situation again. She wanted to rebel, but she couldn’t resist. Not his body, not the teasing gleam in his eyes, and definitely not a chance to have him love her again.

Amy crawled to him and placed her hand on his stomach. The chiseled abs contracted. She dropped a kiss on his chest, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

“Touch me,” he ordered.

His commanding tone bugged her, but she let it pass. Her fingers skimmed lower to find him. He was already hard, the pulsing ridges of raised veins on his shaft fascinating. He grew harder as she stroked him.

Salivating at the thought of tasting him, she adjusted her position and sat at the edge of the bed, then wrapped her hands around him. At first, she ran her fingers up