Laying me down on the bed, he slides in next to me. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he tugs it upward. When I lift my arms to help, the look he gives me—half gratitude, half hunger—nearly breaks me.
Once it’s gone, I roll him onto his back, straddling his chest.
“In a hurry?” His chuckle fades as I reach behind me, unhook my bra, and slide it off my arms, causing his breath to catch. “Damn. You are, aren’t you?”
With my hands firmly on his chest, I squint. “Look. Since we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way or I’m leaving.”
Placing his warm hands on my hips, he grins up at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Fine. And what’s your way, cupcake?”
“Me on top?” It’s phrased more like a question.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound very convincing. Have you ever been on top before?” Darius’s hands caress my arms. “I’ll take you however I can get you. If that means letting you ride me like a bucking bronco, I’m game.”
The thought from my uni days involving a mechanical bull floods my brain.
“I’m sure. You just lie back and let me do most of the work.” I stand so I can remove my leggings and knickers. Pointing at him, I order, “You can take those off instead of just gawking.”
He lifts his hips and slides his briefs down his thick thighs, kicking them to the side. “I was just following earlier orders. I don’t want to be denied my chance to love you properly.”
Returning to the bed, I look at his sizable knob. “We might need to slow down. How do you walk around with that tucked in your pants?” I’ve wondered that a lot after having had him in my mouth.
I need to do that again soon.
“One step at a time.” With a forceful tug, he pulls me on top of him, his hungry mouth devouring mine. “Condom. We should probably at least get it out.”
Leaning over, I fumble in the side drawer, grab a strip, then slap it on the bed. He takes full advantage. Tugs me higher so I’m sitting on his face.
“Goddamn,” he growls against me. “Sit. This is worth suffocating for. Breathing is overrated when I can drown in the taste of you.”
I fist his hair in my hands so I can ride his face like I know he wants me to. “Jesus, you’re really good at that.”
He really is. If I had to rate him on a scale from one to ten, he’d be at least a fifty, if not higher.
“You’re my favorite item on the menu every night, cupcake. I’ll be eating my dessert first, always, when we do this.” He licks my folds while thrusting his fingers inside to rub that sweet spot that drives me wild. “Come on my face, Ingrid. Let me taste you one more time before we play bucking bronco. Can you hold on for a full eight seconds?”
I explode, and he laps it up, not letting a drop fall past his soaked lips. When I’m spent, he slides me back and hands me a condom. “Do you know how to put that on?”
“If you’re asking if I’ve done it before, then no. But I’ve watched others do it. I remember giggling in sex ed when we were forced to violate a banana several times. Our teacher said we couldn’t go into the real world unprepared and insisted that we’d all be experts by the end of his class.” I aced that class! Within seconds, his dick is sheathed and ready.
“Now climb on board. Let me see if you can ride the greatest damn cock of your life.” He guides me over it and then looks like he might die when my warm heat slowly swathes him.
I lower myself inch by inch, savoring every second, my body molding to his. Nothing, nothing has felt this amazing. I feel so full and burn in the best way possible.
His breath comes in harsh pants, his grip bruising as though he’s holding on for survival. “Fuck, babe. That feels so damn good.”
Leaning forward, I drop fast onto him, and we both gasp. “Wow!”
He grabs the back of my head and kisses me furiously. While he does, his hips move, and I know he’s fighting the urge to flip us over so he can take charge.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “I love you so damn much.”
Nibbling his bottom lip, I straighten, smirking down at him. “I love you too. Now prove it. Show me your cock is as legendary as you claim.”
The second I start riding him, it’s like constellations burst inside me. I move slowly at first, then gradually increase the pace, circling my hips so my clit drags perfectly against him.
A guttural, tortured groan makes me shiver with power. His jaw is tight, the vein in his neck throbs as he fights not to break. My breasts are cupped and squeezed as he thrusts to meet me.
God, help me, when he fully heals, I’m in so much trouble. He’ll pound me so hard into this mattress, I’ll become part of it.
