Sweeter Than Honey by Delilah Devlin

into fleeing.
    “Why? Because of this? You want to fuck me some more?”
    Her words were harsh, but her tone wasn’t nearly as brittle, and her voice held a quaver.
    “I’d like that,” he said honestly, “and I’d like to spend time with you. Learn all about you. Have you learn all about me.”
    “How long? A few days?”
    “How about through the winter, and we’ll see how it goes?” Should be long enough to plant a babe in her belly and give her a lifetime of reasons to stay with him. And damn, making that baby would sure light a fire on those cold winter nights.
    Her gaze slid away. “I don’t know. I have places to go. You know, I’m a business woman. I have to mind my business.”
    He bent his head, and this time she didn’t turn away. He kissed her, sliding his lips over hers. They’d talked enough. If he said anything more, he’d mess it up. He drew a whisper away from her mouth. “Think about it. Think about this.” Then he flexed his hips and thrust into her snug channel.
    She grimaced and sucked air between her teeth.
    He didn’t like that he’d hurt her, but at the same time, he felt a deep, masculine satisfaction that her discomfort was due solely to the wild ride he’d given her. “I did ask,” he growled. “Want to stop?”
    Her cunt tightened around him, rejecting his invasion. “Um…I think we just need to take it a little slow.”
    Relieved he’d have her anyway, he pulled out and rolled again, stopping when she lay stretched on top of his body. He placed his palm on her cheek and rubbed his thumb over her pouting bottom lip. “Straddle me. Take me inside you.”
    Her eyelids dipped, and when she met his gaze again, fresh sensual excitement lit her features. With her hands braced against his chest, she rose up, watching as he spread her swollen folds. He licked his fingers to wet them and then rubbed the moisture all around her entrance. She surprised him when she licked her own fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock.
    When he gave her clitoris a sensual slide of his calloused thumb, she pressed down, blowing out a breath. She halted after accepting only a few inches of his cock and rose again.
    He kept his hands off her, knowing he’d bruise her delicate skin if he put his hands where he wanted—on her hips to force her to move faster. Instead, he fisted his hands in the bedding beside her knees.
    She took him so slowly he gritted his teeth and counted, reaching thirty before she’d sunk far enough to suit him even a little. Hard as a railroad spike, he knew his girth caused her pain. Still, Honey rose and fell with her thighs quivering and her eyes squeezed tight. She canted her head and her hair trailed down one shoulder, her curls capturing a nipple.
    The sight of the soft tangle tugging at her breast was more than he could stand. He couldn’t take another minute of not touching her and reached up to brush away her hair, cup her, squeeze her breasts and thumb her nipples while she pushed a little deeper.
    A little dry at first, her sex grew slick fast, aiding her movements so she glided up and down faster, pushing down on him, taking more of his length into her narrow passage.
    Her mouth opened on a ragged sob, and he tried to soothe her, knowing she was quickly being overcome by all the emotions, all the sensations swamping her now.
    Did she know this was special? That any other man wouldn’t affect her this way, wouldn’t fill her like this, wouldn’t love her with the same intensity? Joe knew he’d never have the likes of her again.
    Joe came up on his elbows and rooted at her breast, taking as much as he could into his mouth, suckling as she pumped up and down.
    It was almost enough. His balls felt heavy and full and had drawn up close to his groin. His cock was ready to burst, but he needed to lift his hips and stroke her walls, needed to move against her and feel her surge against him as he crammed deep inside her.
    “Please,” she keened, shuddering over him,