I reach for the trimmed fibers of his beard and moan when he leans into my touch. Antonio is a skilled kisser. Dominant but also gentle, giving me the space to explore his lips.
I like it. A lot.
He pulls back to search my face. “Tell me if it’s too much?”
“Okay.”
His biceps flex as they cage me in. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
I huff.
“Just straight to it, huh? Yeah, okay.”
The smile he gives me is deceptive. There’s nothing friendly about the first swipe of his tongue over my neck. Or its trail from my collarbone down my cleavage.
“Oh.” I pant as his breath fans over my right breast. The mix of heat from his mouth and cool air crystallizes the tip, and he swirls his tongue over it through my nightgown. Then he tugs on the wet cotton and grazes my nipple with his teeth.
“These are perfect.” He tugs my straps together to expose my nipples and skims them with his thumbs.
I nearly come from the sensation and his deep groan. He’s staring, marveling at their size. “Fucking perfect,” he whispersbefore pushing them together to suck. The laps of his tongue and the scrapes of his teeth put my toys to shame.
“Antonio.”
“Stay still for me.”
I writhe beneath him, rocking my hips into his. Pressure builds before it shatters. I moan loudly and fight a cramp in my toes.
He releases my breasts to grip my chin. “Good?” His tongue dips into my mouth at my nod, and then he’s off the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he removes his boxer briefs. The breath in my lungs snags on his length. It’s firm and thick with a slight curve.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll stick with the toys.” He snickers, but I’m dead serious.
What does he expect? I’ve only had sex twice in my life, and I’m nowhere near prepared to deal withthat.
Game over.
“You’ll get used to me.” He bites his lip and runs his hand from the base to the tip. The motion contracts the muscles in his torso as he steps between my thighs and balances his weight on his forearms.
Inches apart, he kisses me with a softness that rivals the penis that’s hardening against my leg. But my nerves subside, and I get lost in the ecstasy of his tongue.
“I’ve wanted to do this for three years,” he murmurs against my lips. His erection rolls over the seat of my panties.
A slow hum builds in my core as he lifts to a push-up and thrusts harder. The cotton between us is a flimsy barrier he pulls to the side to drag his thumb over my seam. I gasp at the pressure on my clitoris.
“You’re fucking soaked, Doe,” Antonio grunts. “Can I taste you?”
“I—what?” My heart rate is running for its life. “No one has ever done that to me.”
He looks up. “Will you let me be your first?”
My last sexual partner only cared about getting himself off. Never once did he stare at me with affection the way Antonio does.
“Okay.”
The lingering huskiness in my tone fades when his hands travel to the apex of my thighs. “You know, we could skip this.” I squirm. “Ice cream and brownies! You like sweets, and isn’t today your cheat day?”
“I got my brownie in front of me.”
A finger breaches my barrier.
