“What?” Pausing, she stared up at me through her eyelashes, licking the head of my cock with her eyebrow raised. “What about my hands?”
“At Rhodes. Little hands, excellent head.”
“No one says that.”
“Sure they do, they—Fuck!”
The goddess somehow managed to take half of me all the way to the back of her throat before I’d finished speaking. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately grasping at anything not related to Anica sucking my dick that would keep me from losing it here and now. But I think I’d challenged her with the comment about her hands because she’d picked up speed with her mouth, adding her other hand in tandem with the first.
The sounds she made were ungodly, and I reached for her, wrapping her dark hair around my fist to pull it out of her face. Fuck, I wanted to see her. She was beautiful. Smart. Talented. And stubborn to a fault. She choked, but when she pulled back, she was smiling, gasping for air. She went back down before I could say anything, and she all but decimated any words I’d had right out of my head as she lavished me with her tongue.
“Anica,” I warned after a few minutes of exquisite torture. “If you keep that up, this is going to be over embarrassingly quickly.”
She grinned up at me, her lips curved in a smile that was pure sin. “Can’t have that,” she agreed, giving me one last, tortuously slow lick from base to tip before crawling back up my body.
“I have condoms in the bedside table,” I said, my voice rougher than it had been a few moments ago. Fuck, she’d undone me.
Anica leaned down to kiss me, her lips wet. A second later, she shifted off of me.
“Wow,” she giggled, a flush coloring her cheeks as she leaned over and opened the drawer. “You’re certainly prepared for the orgy apocalypse.”
When she crawled back over, I wrapped an arm around her waist, rolling us so that she was beneath me once more.
“Nah,” I grinned, running my hand up her thigh and snatching the condom from her hand. “That’s just enough for a good weekend.”
“There are four boxes in there!”
“Planning for all contingencies,” I teased, tearing the package and tossing it off the bed. I rolled the condom on. Anica’s gaze followed my movements. My size had been an issue before with other women, and I paused as I watched her face. Shit. Did I prepare her enough? Maybe I needed to get her off again. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Darling, are you… I don’t want–”
“I’m ready,” Anica ran her fingers down my arms, pulling me over her. “I can take it.”
“I’m sure you can,” I leaned down to kiss her, letting my anxieties leak out of me at the taste of me on her lips. I positioned myself above her, bracing my weight on my forearms.“Last chance to back out,” I said against her lips, needing her to be absolutely sure.
In answer, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer, guiding me to her entrance. Her gaze locked on mine. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”
The unexpected directness of her command shot straight to my groin. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, but despite her eagerness, I pressed against her entrance, grinding my jaw as I kept a leash on my restraint.
I eased in slowly until just the head of my dick was inside. Her body tensed at the initial stretch. Every instinct screamed at me to thrust deep, to claim her completely, but I battled against the urge. This wasn’t just anyone beneath me. This was Anica.
“Shit,” she moaned into the back of her hand.
“You okay?” I murmured, watching her face intently.
She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Just... give me a second.”
I stilled completely, lowering my head to kiss her neck, her jaw, her lips; anything to distract from the almost overwhelming need to move. Her hands traced patterns on my back, and gradually she relaxed beneath me.
“More,” she whispered against my ear, shifting her hips upwards against me.
I pushed in another inch, then paused again when I felt her tense. “Breathe,” I reminded her softly, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. The restraint it took not to bury myself inside her was maddening, but her comfort mattered more than my pleasure. I couldn’t remember the last time that’d been the case. Maybe never.
Her breathing steadied, and she nodded again. I continued the slow advance, retreating before pressing forward, working my way deeper with each careful thrust. The sensation was torture. Her body gripped me like a silken vise.
“Jesus,” I hissed through clenched teeth when I was seated most of the way inside her. I held perfectly still, giving us both time to adjust; her to my size, me to the overwhelming pleasure threatening to shatter my control. “You feel incredible. Fuck, you’re incredible.”
Her gaze met mine, darkening. “So do you,” she replied, her hips shifting experimentally. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the movement changed the angle. “But if you don’t move soon, I’m going to flip us over and take matters into my own hands.”
