“Are ye certain this is what you want?” he asked as he stepped out of the last of his clothes.
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
He smiled, but there was still something…tentative in his expression. “I’ll go slow. Don’t be afraid to tell me if you want me to stop.”
It was very sweet that he was so concerned, and it just confirmed for me that I hadn’t made a mistake telling him the truth.
“I will. Now, please, don’t make me wait any longer.” I winked at him. “I’m getting a bit chilly.”
He smiled, his expression softening. He leaned over me and reached for the condom. I watched with fascination as he rolled the smooth latex over his erection with a few strokes. It didn’t look anything like when my sex ed teacher in high school had put a condom on a banana.
That was definitelynota banana.
He crawled over me but didn’t touch me, his eyes searching as they met mine. Seeking to erase all doubt of what I wanted, I licked my lips and lifted my head up to kiss him when he got close enough.
It was a soft, slow kiss, full of promise. As he reached for a pillow, his cock brushed my hip, soft and hard at the same time. I let him lead as he lifted me a little by the hip and slid the pillow beneath me. I knew what I wanted, and theoretically, I knew what should happen next, but he was the more experienced one, and I was happy to let him take control.
He brushed his lips across mine, less than a taste, but it sent electricity through me, nonetheless. “One last time, lass, I need to know. Is this what you want?”
I put my hand on his cheek, running my thumb across his cheekbone. A part of me knew that this beautiful, sexy man was actually asking ifhewas what I wanted, but neither of us went there. Instead, I answered only what he’d actually asked.
“I’m sure.”
The backs of his fingers ran along my torso as he reached between us, and a moment later, I felt the cool, smooth tip of him nudge my clit. I gasped, my hands automatically going to his leanly muscled arms.
“Relax, Lumen.” His voice was low, calming. “I’ll make this good for you,mo nighean bhan. Trust me.”
It should have been silly, a man I barely knew asking me to trust him, but I did.
With my body, at least. He wouldn’t hurt me, wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do. And that’s all I was asking for. All we’d agreed to.
And it was all I wanted.
“I do.”
He nodded, and a moment later, his cock was lower, easing into me. I let out a shuddering breath as my inner walls expanded to accommodate him. I barely registered the slight, pinching pain I’d expected, instead closing my eyes as new, overwhelming sensations filled me even as he did. The stretch caused a slow, dull ache, painful, but somehow, pleasure zinged through it, overcame it.
I groaned and dug my fingers into his back. He was splitting me in half, and I opened my eyes to see him watching me for signs of pain. As if making sure I was okay was more important than anything he was feeling.
“Keep going,” I begged him. “More. Deeper. Please.”
He complied, sliding farther in, pushing the very breath out of me. My eyes rolled back as my lower abdomen sizzled with complicated feelings I knew I enjoyed, even with the distant throb of pain still underneath. I’d heard people claim that a certain kind of pain could make things more intense rather than destroy the mood, and I’d never understood it until now.
I moaned as Alec stopped moving, completely sheathed inside me, filling me more fully than I’d imagined possible. He held there for several long seconds as the world around us froze. The moment hung there, shimmering as I held my breath, and then he pulled back, giving me a release of tension that allowed me to breathe again. The feeling of that thick shaft moving back was almost as pleasurable as moving forward, the friction making me tingle down to each individual cell.
I pulled his head down for a kiss, needing another connection. He brushed back my hair, then placed his palm on my cheek before covering my mouth with his. I tasted something distinct yet somehow familiar on his lips, and I realized I was tasting myself. It didn’t shock me or disgust me, but rather tugged at something deep inside. Something that made me wonder if this intimacy could have been more than the two of us were making it.
Before I could follow that dangerous trail, he broke away from our kiss and pushed himself up again, his weight shifting to his knees. He reached for my face with both hands this time, sliding them down my jaw to my neck, and over my breasts, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. Finally, he stopped at my hips, fingers curling around to hold me tight. His eyes locked with mine as he rocked himself forward again, filling me up faster, harder than he had before.
I moaned the whole way, my toes curling as the tingle at my lower abdomen pulsed outward. He went impossibly deeper before retreating again. At the third, more insistent stroke, I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist. The burn of stretching in new ways had dissipated to practically nothing and left me with the desire to have him wholly, in every way I could.
I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts, my body moving in ways I hadn’t known it could. Each time he sank into me, the ecstasy pulsed more intensely, as if building to the sort of climax that would leave me sated and boneless.
And it wasn’t only pure pleasure. This position, with his size, sent the tip of him a little too deep, giving me a jolt of something that could have been pain if he’d pushed harder or held himself there longer. As it was, he knew exactly how much I could take, how much would make me gasp but not cry.
It should have been impossible for someone who had only known me a short while to be able to make me feel these things, but he did. The realization would most likely leave me self-conscious when we were done, but in this moment, all I felt was gratitude that he knew how to bring my body to wonderful, blissful heights.
As my mind became overwhelmed with conflicting and myriad sensations, I didn’t know where to put my hands. I grabbed at the bedspread, but couldn’t find a good grip, and this position kept Alec’s arms too far out of reach. When I finally made a frustrated sound, slapping my palms against the bed, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress above me.
