I nearly lost my grip at his words. I was so aroused by his determination to claim me that I could’ve fainted from sheer need. I’d just broken down on his floor, and the guilt would return, I knew—but I would’ve done anything in that moment to belong to David.
He withdrew from me and set me on my feet to roll on the condom.
As his gaze swept over me in the moonlight, he licked his lips. “Clasp your hands behind your back.” He shook his head when I obeyed. “God, you’re even better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot.”
Warmth rushed up my exposed body. I’d imagined, too. I took in his towering frame and broad, solid torso. Dark curls started at his chest and thinned into a delicious trail. With a six-pack, long, muscled legs, narrow hips, and firm, defined arms, he’d clearly been gifted by the gods with a body he maintained but didn’t work to death.
And nowhere was he more gifted than downsouth. My mouth watered at just the sight of his massive, implacable erection.
He turned me around, and I yelped when he smacked my ass. “On the bed.”
I climbed up onto all fours, already missing the sight of him.
“You want it that way?” he asked.
The thought excited me, but my first orgasm had happened while looking him in the eye. Perhaps I should’ve been satisfied to have come at all, but I wanted more.
“Never hesitate in my bed,” David said. “I want honesty, always. Turn around. I want to watch your face as I fuck you.”
Even wetter with his demand, I faced him, running one foot down my other shin. When he didn’t make a move, I bit my lip, failing to keep in a whimper, nearly crazed with aching.
He exhaled a short, forceful breath and took a large stride toward me. “Christ,” was all he said as he took an ankle in each hand. In one movement, he’d yanked me and spread my legs so I fell back on the comforter. I shut my eyes with the feel of his lips on the inside of my ankle, making their way up my knee to my inner thigh. His mouth jumped to my stomach, brushing my scar, and my abdominals clenched as I fought from recoiling.No, no, no.Stay with him.
He took my breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs under my nipples while I pushed my hips into his torso, desperate to feel him again. His mouth encircled one nipple and then the other. I bowed into the bliss of his tongue, softly crying out as I grasped handfuls of his hair. He let me pull him up for a hard kiss, then shoved a finger into me and massaged, feeling me from inside.
I writhed beneath him as he added another finger, tempting me to the verge of climax. I fought it, arching into his body. I needed to feel him again, to watch him grunt, his face screwing up with pleasure as he hammered me.
“Come for me,” he rasped against my neck.
“No.” I grabbed his solid ass in both my hands, urging his hips toward me. “I need you inside me.”
“So goddamn stubborn,” he teased and straightened up, sliding my hips to the very edge. He spread my swollen lips for the head of his cock and slowly swirled his pelvis twice. “Beg for it, Olivia.”
“Please,” I said. His fingers massaged my clit. “Fuck me, David.”
He plunged into me. I put my feet on his shoulders and he leaned on them, deepening his range, gripping my hips, nailing me into the mattress so fast I had to hold on to the sheets.
My ears roared as I squeezed my eyes shut. I’d never experienced the dueling sensations of being wholly filled while fingertips also worked my clit.
“I’m going to come any second.” He took my jaw and demanded, “Look at me.”
I broke myself from the darkness and opened my eyes for him. The sea of pleasure that had risen in me crashed over my body, throwing me into a violent orgasm that had me coming twice as long and hard as before. He pounded into me through the climax, never losing eye contact. My legs dropped, my spent body sliding up the bed with each thrust, until he seized my waist to pull me back to the brink. With gritted teeth and a punishing final thrust, he came feverishly, shuddering, holding on to me like I might vanish, until every drop had left his body.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
* * *
David braced himself over me, his massive body propped up by sinewy arms. I ran a hand through my sweat-soaked hair and over my undulating breasts, trying to catch my own breath. I jumped when he brushed my clit while pulling out of me. I hooked my legs on the mattress to keep from slithering over the side.
“You’re going to fall,” he said and threw the condom where he’d tossed the first one.
“I can’t move,” I replied between heavy breaths. Hands swept beneath me, and suddenly I was in his arms, being carried to the bathroom where he set me down . . . at thetoilet.
“What . . .?” I asked with a slight giggle.
“Sex Ed 101. Always pee after sex. Go.”
I sat down, more out of exhaustion than compliance. “A little privacy?”
