Let Me In by Callie Croix Page A

wasn’t enough. She tried to angle her hips to get better contact on her swollen, pulsing clit. A little more and she’d come, she was so revved up already. The immense power in him made her belly flip. His arms and shoulders flexed with every stroke, his face tight with strain as he watched her, one hundred percent focused on her pleasure.
The pressure inside her rose further. “Oh, God,” she cried, the friction almost too intense to bear. Her whole being was laid open to him, defenseless while he drove into her and observed her every expression, and she didn’t care. Digging her fingers into his back, she twisted her hips to meet him and cried out his name, frantic for more.
“Fuck,” he muttered hoarsely. He drew up onto his knees and reached back to unlock her ankles from the small of his back. Before she could utter a protest he brought her legs over his wide shoulders and leaned forward. The sudden shift trapped her beneath him and lodged him impossibly deep inside her, made him feel huge. The angle and increased pressure against her G-spot were exquisite. She moaned incoherently, grabbing his bulging biceps as he kept thrusting in a steady tempo. The bed squeaked on its frame, mixing with the sounds of their labored breathing.
When she thought she’d scream with frustration he slid one hand down her stomach to stroke her wet pussy. His fingers rubbed her throbbing clit tenderly, finding the exact spot that drove her wild. Talia cried out and rocked her hips in a frenzied rhythm, craving the orgasm he was pushing her toward.
“Fuck yeah. I want to watch you come.” His voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back, but he never stopped moving.
The pleasure built higher, gathering in her core until she couldn’t take any more. Crying out, she arched her neck and let the ecstasy overtake her. It detonated inside her, exploding outward to race throughout her body. Liam rode her through it, holding his rhythm, milking every last ripple out of her before she shuddered and went limp beneath him.
Coming back to earth, she eventually opened her eyes to find him watching her, his erect cock gliding in and out of her. Her fingers were still curled into his arms. Needing to touch him, to give him the same pleasure he’d just given her, she reached up and cradled the side of his face with one hand. Tenderness and gratitude flooded her, along with another, stronger emotion she refused to name.
Liam closed his eyes for a moment and released a deep breath, as though gathering himself. When he opened them and looked down at her, the muscles in his jaw tightened. He drove deep, harder than before.
Talia gasped and dug her fingers deeper into his muscles, awed by the experience of it. He was so beautiful, pumping deep into her body as he sought his own pleasure. She let her hands drift over his damp skin, stroking him all over, lifting into his movements. Suddenly he groaned and tensed above her, and she could actually feel him swelling inside her. His hips drove forward one last time, and his head fell back as a low growl of male pleasure slipped free. She watched the release tear through him, wracking his muscles with shudders. When it was over he bent to catch his breath for a moment, then gently kissed her lips before unhooking her legs from over his shoulders.
She expected him to withdraw and let her get up, but once he pulled out he surprised her by covering her face with sweet, tender kisses and lying atop her with his cheek pressed to her breast. Her heart turned over in her chest. She’d loved him from afar for so long, but the way he’d just made love to her broke through every one of her defenses.
Reeling from the emotional impact, Talia wrapped her limbs around him and cradled him tightly. For a minute she allowed herself to give in to the need to caress him. She stroked her fingers through his thick, silky hair, awed by the closeness between them. She loved how much he seemed to enjoy her touch and