Free Captive Heart by Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell Page B

Not enough to satisfy but more than enough to tease.
    At that moment, she felt his cock against her sopping pussy, and her trepidation escalated to a slight panic. Would she be able to satisfy him? She debated on whether or not to tell him. She was afraid of how he’d react, but despite one massive orgasm, she was still incredibly aroused and in serious need of him inside her. Filling her. She couldn’t have it any other way. She wanted to be so good for him…the best she possibly could.
    “Day, I’m…I need…please…” She moaned, trying to form a coherent sentence as she arched herself towards him, trying to feel more of him against her. She rubbed hands all over him in disorganized desperation.
    He heard her plea, but he was too far gone to think much on it. He settled for making soothing noises as he pressed into her. It was like sinking into bliss. Her hot, tight body closed around him, and Day nearly lost it there and then.
    He moved slowly, a soft rocking of his hips as he worked his way deeper into her body in small degrees, giving her time to get used to him and allow her body to stretch to accommodate him. She was so tiny; he didn’t want to hurt her.
    Then he hit a barrier, and his blood ran cold. “Rollie?” he said warily, stopping stock-still.
    “No, please don’t stop,” she pleaded as she tried to get closer to him. “Please, Day.”
    She wrapped herself around him so quickly he could literally feel her worry. Not worry over what they were doing, but worry about what? That he wouldn’t go through with it? Amazed, he kissed her forehead, feeling an unaccustomed rush of tenderness. Didn’t she know she was too good for him, that she could have any man she wanted? Any man would give his eyeteeth to bed her, never mind take her innocence. But for some reason, she’d chosen him. Why, he didn’t know.
    Her small hand swept up his back, along the sensitive skin over his spine. He groaned. He should stop. But there was no way on earth that was happening.
    “I’m sorry, babe. This is going to hurt,” he whispered, and in one quick move, drove himself deeper into her body until he was seated to the hilt.
    He held still, the muscles in his neck standing out as he waited for her body to relax around him. Then he started a slow, seductive rhythm.
    Triumph filled him.
    Not only was she his, but he was her first, her only lover. He murmured something and pulled her closer. His arm looped under her neck as his other hand pulled her thigh over his hip, allowing him to sink deeper with each thrust. Thrusts that got harder and heavier as his control began to slip.
    She could feel his every stroke deep inside of her. As he moved slowly, she savored the moment, and the infinite care with which he treated her emboldened her. As quickly as it arrived, the pain faded, and she didn’t ever want to let him go. She groaned in pleasure as he stroked harder, deeper, and faster. He was her first, and she was happy that it had been him. He was so tender, considerate, and magnificent. It was then that she knew she had fallen in love with him. Smiling with the secret knowledge of her feelings, she pressed herself closer to him and answered every thrust with a movement of her own, bringing him deeper inside her so he filled her completely.
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
    He was going to break her heart.
    Day dug into the breakfast the diner waitress slid in front of him with the enthusiasm of a starving man and put the thought out of his mind. He was starving. He’d been up half the night, and there was no way a guy could make love to a woman like Rollie for that length of time without needing serious sustenance afterwards.
    “So, tell me about the woman the press think is you,” he said, careful not to mention her by name. He didn’t think anyone would be listening in on their conversation in a small-town diner, but he couldn’t be too careful.
    Compared to his ravenous hunger, Rollie poked at her food and drank too