“Tell me how you want me. Under you? Over you? Behind you? I’ll give it to you anyway you want it.”
No one has ever asked me that. And, while Richard made missionary dull and uneventful, I know it won’t be the same with Chaz. “All the above. But over me. The first time.”
“Want to be dominated, baby?”
By him? “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
My breath hitches. Sex talk is new to me. I don’t know how to say the things he does, so I just let instinct take over. “I want you to pin me down with your big, gorgeous body and fill me up with your big, hard . . . cock.” I blush, saying that word for the first time. But I must do okay as his reaction is instant.
“I didn’t think I could get any harder,” he grits out. “But fuck, Lex. I need to be inside you now.”
Sliding over me, all lusty heat and desire, he plants his hands on either side of my head. I feel him pulsing between my legs, and for a moment, a twinge of panic creeps in, flooding my thoughts with all thewhat-ifs. The biggest worry: What ifI can’t come this way?
“Did you know only twenty percent of women orgasm from vaginal penetration?” I say, relying on a relevant fact to centerme. “You already took real good care of me, and it’s going to be incredible having you inside me whether I climax or not. I thought I should warn you about the unlikelihood so neither of us is disappointed. It’s biology, really.”
“Appreciate the heads up.” Chaz grins and nuzzles my nose. “Good thing I’m a multi-tasker.”
I don’t know exactly what that means, but I lose the thought as he lowers onto me. His heart beats against mine.
“Too heavy?” he asks when I inhale a small breath.
“Just right. Better than my heated blanket.”
“A high compliment,” he teases, but his grin falters, and so does mine when he pushes forward. The wide crown inches past the tight ring and keeps going and going, sinking into me like a submarine, stretching me with its thickness.
“Ah fuck, Lex.” He closes his eyes for a moment, buried to the hilt.
I gasp at the fullness, the intimate connection of our bodies joined, exquisitely intense. Emotionally, physically, spiritually—I feel like one with him.
He rests his forehead against mine, catching his breath. “It’s fucking heaven being inside you. Every pulse is like a heartbeat. I love you, baby.”
As tender as his words and emotions are, there’s nothing tempered about the way he cuffs my wrists in his hands and lifts my arms over my head. His big body is stretched over mine, his welcomed weight pinning me to the bed. His total domination of my body intensifies the connection, amping up my desire. I clench around him, and on a deep groan, he slides partway out, slow and sinuous, only to thrust back in, faster and harder.
“Chaz,” I cry out, our eyes riveted to each other. His face is tight with tension, overcome with pleasure. His chest rumbles with primal sounds as he drives into me, his deft, grinding thrusts nailing my hips to the mattress, loving me fiercely.
Bliss winds through me like a hot stream. With every powerful surge of his body, he tells me how good I feel, how tight I’m milking him. And just when I can’t imagine it can get any better, he releases my wrists to slide his hand between us and separate my labia. He presses his fingers to my clit, rubbing in delicious circles that flush my skin.
The strokes of his cock are slow. At this quieter pace, I’m more attuned to how my inner muscles grip and clasp onto that stone-hard column of flesh while his fingers work their magic. It’s multitasking at its finest.
Half out of my mind from the friction inside and out, Chaz lures my orgasm closer. With my hands free to touch him, they’re in his hair, on his back, sinking my fingers into his flesh. We’re moaning and gasping. Sweat mists my skin. My words are raw. I don’t even know what I’m saying, but I’m frantic, clawing at him. Some unleashed sex demon takes me over. I rarely use the F-word, but I’m using it now as I writhe against him in furious passion. I beg him to never stop fucking me.
The orgasm rolls in like a tide, the wave building as it gets closer. Everything inside me clenches, clamping down on him. He curses, keeping his thrusts shallow, and works his fingers in maddening circles.
“Come for me, baby. You’re right there. I can feel you. Oh, Lex, that’s it. Cream all over my cock.”
His words, his fingers, his thrusts—the wave crashes, and I climax in a rush of sobs and spasms. The sensation is heightened by the look on his face as he watches me come undone.
It’s the look of a man pushed past his limits of control. His eyes are so dilated they’re black. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. After tucking a pillow beneath my knees, he enters me from behind. I stretch my arms above me, gripping the sheets, arching my back as he bangs the hell out of me.
“Chazzz,” I shriek, the thrill of being taken beyond my wildest imagination. I want it all. “Touch me there with your fingers. Put them inside me.”
“Fuck, baby.” He must lube his finger with his mouth because it glides in smoothly when he slowly pushes past those virgin tissues.
“Yes!” I cry out from the sweet ache of being stretched. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“You’re so tight.” He groans, sliding in and out. “So fucking sexy, taking it all.”
