“Jesus, Romy.” His thumb brushes against the swell of my breast.
“Clasp is in the front,” I offer, wanting to be naked with him.
He growls, his fingers dipping down and manipulating the clasp, so my breasts push the fabric to the sides. Then I’m bare for him, my breasts on display. He makes quick work of the bra, tossing it somewhere in the room. Leaning down, his lips close around my nipple, sucking and licking.
I gasp and clutch his hair. They’re so much more sensitive than normal. “Zander?—”
“Yeah, baby?” He flicks his tongue on my nipple, and my core tingles. He continues to savor me, and I squirm under his manipulation.
“Bed?”
“Good idea.” He laughs, and in one motion, he scoops me up, then he places me on the mattress with care. He stands at the edge and stares at me.
“You are joining me, right?” I flick the button on my jeans, and his eyes follow the movement, watching me. I lower the zipper and hook my fingers into the sides of my jeans, wiggling them off my body. “I could use a little help.”
He swallows audibly and grabs an ankle, tugging off one leg then the other. Again, his gaze coasts over my body. “Damn, Romy.”
“You’re terribly overdressed. Want me to undress you?”
He flicks the button of his jeans, and they hit the floor beside mine before I can even get up onto my knees. “Next time.”
He crawls toward me, pinning me to the mattress with a mischievous grin.
“When did you become the bossy one?” he asks.
“When you became all touchy-feely.” I run my fingers across his shoulder blades.
“Get used to it.”
I giggle, but it dies quickly when his thighs nudge my legs apart, and he situates his hips between them.
“Yes,” I pant, dragging his mouth to mine. “Just don’t cry after sex, okay?”
“No promises.”
We both chuckle until he presses me down with his pelvis, his hard length sliding against my slickness, and my whole body arches for him.
“Condom?” I manage, though my voice shakes.
“I haven’t had sex since I’ve been with you. Got tested. You?”
I shake my head, staring into his dark eyes. “No one after you, and I got tested when they ran my bloodwork. All clear.”
“And you can’t get pregnant again, so…”
“No condom?”
He grins. “Fuck yeah.”
The first push in steals my breath. He’s big, stretching me inch by inch, filling me. My nails dig into his shoulders, needing something to hold onto.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he groans against my ear.
“You too,” I whisper, legs locking around him, desperate for more friction.
He moves tortuously slowly at first, and I beg as he moves with a maddening patience, dragging out each stroke. Then he drives deeper, harder, faster until all I feel is him, all I can hear is our ragged breaths and the rasp of his stubble against my skin.
“Finally, Romy,” he practically growls. “Tell me you’re mine.”
