I did, but I didn’t. Certain it would feel amazing, I was too self-conscious to let him try. “Not this time. Come up here.”
Wasp eyed me, but he eventually relented, climbing back up my body until we were once again face to face. “You don’t have to be nervous or shy around me. Your body is fine as fuck. You should let me explore it.”
“Maybe next time.”
“Holdin’ you to that.” His lips once again landed on mine. His tongue tempted and teased, making all sorts of naughty promises about what he could do elsewhere. Stealing the breath from my lungs, he robbed me of all inhibitions until desperation for friction had me raising my hips to grind against his hard cock.
“You want me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I trailed kissed down his jaw to his chin, once again bucking my hips into him. “Please.”
He grabbed a condom from the top of his night stand and slid it over his cock. I watched, fascinated by the size and the way his dick lurched every time he stroked it. Positioning himself at my entrance he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down, watching as his cock eased inside me. The pressure drew a gasp from my throat.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “It’s been a while.”
“I can tell. You’re so fuckin’ tight, I can barely get in.” He pulled out a little before sliding deeper in. “Tell me if it hurts.”
It did hurt, but it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. “More.”
He went deeper still. He wasn’t even in all the way and he filled me so completely, I was riding the border of pleasure and pain, unable to feel where I ended, and he began. Deeper, he pushed. Closing my eyes, I focused on the desire as I ran my fingers down the hard ridges of his back. Pain ebbed away, leaving behind nothing but pleasure. He felt so good, so welcome, I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him and keep him there.
“So fuckin’ tight,” Wasp breathed, lowering himself so his chest was against mine. “Your pussy keeps clenching me like that, and I’m gonna come.” Holding still, buried deep inside me, he took a deep breath and waited.
I could feel him pulsing. The heady, slightly metallic scent of him flooded my senses, making me crazy. Needing more, I wiggled.
His eyes widened. “Shit. This doesn’t usually happen, dove, but your pussy… It’s taking all my control not to fuck you, but I know the second I start moving, I’m gonna come. So, I need you to hold still. Just give me another minute to adjust.”
Wiggling would make him lose control? Determined to test that theory out, I squeezed him inside of me and shifted my hips.
Wasp hissed.
Sweat dampened his forehead. He was trying so hard to keep it together. I gave him another little squeeze.
“Carly, you’ve gotta stop. You feel too damn good.”
I’d never felt so powerful in my life. Buzzed from the beers and drunk off the idea that I could bring Wasp to his knees, I giggled.
His steel grey eyes locked on me. “Ah, you think this is funny, do you?”
I clamped my mouth shut and tried to shake my head no, but a throaty laugh slipped out.
“Youdothink it’s funny. Payback’s a bitch, you know. Keep that up and I’ll torture you with my cock until you’re begging me to let you come.”
I squeezed him again. “Not if I make you come first.” More laughter. I couldn’t control myself. It was a competition now.
“Fuck! It’s been months, and I’m not used to going without. Your pussy is so tight and hot it’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.”
Giving him another squeeze, I said, “So, come.”
“Nope. Not until you do.”
He dropped his head and took another deep breath. When his gaze met mine, his eyes looked darker, his expression, hungrier. He kissed my neck before sucking a nipple into his mouth. Teeth grazed my skin, heightening my sensitivity. He rolled my other nipple between his fingers, massaging, squeezing, sending more heat between my legs.
“Your body is so responsive,” he said. “I can feel every reaction and it’s all just making me harder.”
Finally, he began to move, slowly pumping in and out of me. I wanted more. I needed him to go harder and deeper. Bucking my hips against his, I tried to force him to speed up.
