“Please,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry, I can’t . . . oh god.”
I sucked in a breath when he slammed his hips so hard against mine that my body jolted.
“Look. At. Me.”
I forced my eyes open and when tears fell from my eyes, Risk’s expression slowly softened and his eyes widened. He remained fully buried inside of me, but he looked down to my trembling body and jerked his hands away from my skin like I was on fire.
“Babe,” he looked at his hands then to me. “I’m sorry . . . I hurt you.”
I shook my head. I wasn’t hurting, I just felt everything tenfold.
“I feel everything.” I swallowed. “I’ve never . . . this is so intense.”
He leaned forward, brought his hands to my face.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”
I moved my hips, my body desperately needing the friction. Risk’s eyes fluttered shut with the movement, but only for a moment then . . . then he began to fuck me slowly, thoroughly, just like he used to all those years ago. I lifted my arms and pulled him into my embrace until his bare chest was pressed against mine.
“I want your gentle loving,” I licked his lips. “But I want to be fucked hard and fast too.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, watching my face carefully as I moaned under him.
“Your eyes,” he whispered. “I just . . . I need to see them.”
“Why, honey?” I asked, moving my hand to his hair. “Why?”
“I need to see them looking into mine when I love you,” he said as he slid deep inside me once more. “For years, I pretended the eyes looking back at me were yours, but none of them were ever green, none of them ever looked at me with emotion filling them . . . None of them were yours. I need your eyes on me, I need this to be real. I’m so scared it’s not real.”
I whimpered as more tears fell.
“I’m here.” I held him as he slid in and out of me. “You’re loving me, Risk. We’re real.”
“We’re real,” he repeated, shaking. “I’ve missed you so much. I dreamt of you all the time, you’re in everything I do. Your voice is my music. I hear it everywhere . . . your voice, Cherry. It’s the echo in my every melody. I hear it in my head on repeat. I hurt for you, Frankie. Please, I need you.”
I held him tightly.
“You have me.” I kissed him. “You’ve always had me. Please . . . please, love me.”
He returned my kiss and increased his pace. Minutes passed by until my body was twisting and bucking beneath him like a wild animal. He was speaking to me, telling me how good I felt, how he had dreamed of having my body under his for years as he fucked me into submission. Every word was like fuel being poured on an already raging fire.
“Yes, don’t stop . . . Risk!”
My scream was tangled up with his groan as my cunt squeezed him as my orgasm unexpectedly slammed into my body. My lungs burned for air and my body was rigid as the spasms of bliss sucked me deeper and deeper into their electric embrace. I sucked in air greedily as the spasms of bliss rocked me.
“Christ, baby,” Risk groaned. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I love watching you come.”
I couldn’t respond, my energy was spent. Completely and utterly.
“Look at me.” Risk moved his hand up to my hair and gripped it tightly. “Look at my face. Look what fucking this cunt does to me. Look what you do to me, Cherry.”
I was a quivering mess, I could barely hold my head up, but my overly sensitive body was so in tune with Risk’s erratic thrusts that staring at him was all I was able to do. I slid my hands over his hardened pectorals and I hummed. He was so sexy, so masculine, so primal. So fucking mine. I loved him. I never stopped. I loved him so much it scared me to death.
“Risk.”
His lips parted, his hold on me tightened then, just like that, his eyes rolled back and he hissed as his hips jerked, stilled, then jerked again. The low, guttural groan of pleasure that left him was so primal it made my body twitch in response. Watching Risk’s face when he fucked me was a pleasure, but watching his face contort with ecstasy when he came? That was a fucking dream.
“Frankie.”
He collapsed on my chest, almost knocking the wind out of me. We lay like that until Risk rolled onto his side, sliding out of my body as he moved. I was breathing heavily but my chest wasn’t tightening. Yet. Risk leaned up on his elbow and placed a hand on my stomach.