I roll the condom on, skimming my fingers back down his length and enjoying his soft moan when I lightly squeeze him.
He’s so hard, so long… so powerful.
Yet I know he won’t use that power against me.
He may be as big as a bouncer, but he’s a gentle giant. I know this. I’ve seen this.
And that thought has my body scrambling back on the stage. He crawls up after me, and I wish I could see him, moving like a panther in the night.
As soon as he’s within reach, I rest my hands on his shoulders, loving the way his muscles flex beneath my touch.
“You’re so beautiful, Dani,” he whispers against my skin, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my jaw… my lips.
I cup the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss, drowning beneath him as our tongues lash together.
He nestles between my parted legs, and my stomach is now back in its place, hitching in anticipation when I feel him shift, putting his weight on one elbow so he can reach down and line himself up.
“You ready?” he asks in a featherlight voice that sends tendrils of sweet pleasure skipping though me.
“Yes,” I whisper back, biting my bottom lip when he nudges inside me.
It’s just an exploratory nudge. He pauses, checking my reaction, and I reach around him, squeezing his back and silently telling him to keep going.
So he does.
With one smooth thrust, he stretches me wide open, and I can’t contain my cry. It’s a mix of shock and pleasure. He’s big and intrusive, but in all the right ways.
I dig my fingers into him, my body working to adjust in record time because I want this.
“You okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” I squeak, and I can sense him going to move, to retreat. “Don’t you dare.” I grip his back. “I want you in here.”
“But you’re so tight. So small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just let me adjust for a second,” I rasp, my fingers clenching his taut muscles, silently begging for him not to bail.
Resting his cheek against mine, he holds his position. I can feel his muscles trembling with the effort, and I run my hands down his back, smooth, reassuring lines until I’m able to whisper, “I’m ready.”
“You sure?” He presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Get your ass moving, Black Jack.”
He snickers into my ear, the sound making me smile until he starts to move and my mouth pops open, my eyes bulging as his first thrust causes a jolt of pleasure to spear right through my center.
Holy shit, he feels good!
A breath punches out of me, my chest starting to heave when he thrusts into me again—a slow, smooth plunge that is all things erotic. I’d forgotten how mind-blowing sex could be. I’d forgotten how much I love the feeling of being pierced this way. Of having a body covering me, moving inside me.
Splaying my hand on his back, I rise and fall with him, starting to meet each of his plunging thrusts so he can go that much deeper. Be that much closer to me.
The way he moves. It’s so smooth, so calm. I cling to him, loving every second of this ride. The burning in my belly starts to spread, pleasure near blinding me as we rise and fall together.
Up and down.
Closer and closer.
He moans against my ear, pressing another kiss to my cheek before rising up to cover my mouth with his. I can barely concentrate on our lashing tongues, every nerve in my body catching fire. It’s a white heat. No, a blue heat. No, a scorching red flame!
