I didn't know which part of this he was questioning but the answer was the same either way. "Yes, and if you don't get over here, I'm going to assume it's because you don't actually want?—"
He was on me, his hips anchoring me to the mattress and his cock a hot brand on my belly. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my lips. "You're sure?" he repeated. "Obviously, you can change your mind at any time but?—"
"Yeah, I'm sure," I said, dragging a foot up the back of his thigh. "And I promise I won't flee to the bathroom if your phone rings."
He dropped his head between my breasts, laughing. "If you do, I'm following you in there this time."
I canted my hips until I felt him between my legs, the perfect pressure and weight of his cock throbbing against me. He reached between us, taking his shaft in hand and holding himself at my entrance. I shifted a bit, pinning my knees to his waist. It was all I could do to keep myself from shouting,Give it to me now.
"I want to hear you say it again," he rasped, his fingers around the base of his cock. "Tell me you want this."
"I wanted you to follow me into the bathroom," I said all at once. "Into the shower. I should've—I don't know. I shouldn't have put the pillow between us because we could've been doing this all week and?—"
Apparently, that was all he needed to hear because he snapped his hips forward and pushed into me with one blinding thrust that robbed the breath from my lungs. He was impossibly thick, so much more than I remembered, and I could barely think beyond the hot, blissful fullness. I felt him everywhere, filling me, pushing past all my limits. I couldn't even take a deep breath without being aware of him inside me.
I wanted to tell him that. I wanted him to know I felt him in my chest, in the back of my throat. And that I wantedmore.
"I can hear you thinking, princess," he said. "What do you need? Should I lick those sweet nipples? Bite them?"
"It wouldn't hurt."
His brow arched. "It will if I want it to."
He pushed up on an elbow as he rocked into me. I brought my hand to his bicep to feel the flex of his muscles with each thrust. He leaned in then, sucking one nipple between his lips while pinching the other. My inner muscles rippled in response, clamping around his shaft so hard it stole my breath for a second.
I shoved my fingers through his thick hair, saying, "That didn't hurt at all."
"Sometimes I can't believe you're real and you're here." He gave a dark chuckle against my breast before pinning my nipple between his teeth.
I raked my fingers through his hair, holding him close to me while I bucked beneath him. "I can't believewe'rehere."
Every thrust seemed to take me apart, brick by brick. It was careful. Deliberate. I was about to fall apart but he wasn'tbreakingme and there was a difference. I hadn't known it until right now and I didn't think I'd be able to do this again without thinking about it.
And I wanted to do that to him too. To dismantle him. And then build something brand new.
"I can't believe how fucking good you feel," he said. "I just— Fuck, Audrey.Fuck."
He pumped into me and then pulled all the way out, and with both hands anchored on my waist, he rolled us over. "Ohhhhh my god," I said, my hands braced on his chest.
"Come on now," he said, lightly slapping the side of my ass. "Don't keep me waiting. It's not polite."
I didn't waste any time sinking down over him. I couldn't. Not when my body was busy humming a chant ofGet there get there get thereand he was staring up at me like this was the only thing in the world he wanted. And Ilovedbeing on top. It was the only position that worked for me every time.
"I don't know what you mean," I said as I worked to find the right rhythm. He wassothick and I wassoout of practice. "I'm very polite."
He kept both hands on my waist as he thrust up into me. His thumbs pressed into the crease of my thigh. This angle, that pressure, and the complete fullness of feeling him everywhere, it was just about enough for me.
"Yes, you are, baby," he drawled. "That's why you're gonna come on my cock now."
"What if I'm not ready?"
He tipped his head back, leaving his throat exposed as he swallowed. "You feel really fucking ready."
He met every rock of my hips, every hard grind into him with relentless thrusts that sent pleasure spiraling through my body. "What if I want more?"
"Then I'll fuck you straight all night long," he said. "You should know by now I'll give you anything you want, even if it's the heart I carved out of my chest."
And that was the last brick.
