“Goddamn,” I whispered, stroking him. “I forgot how big you are.”
He growled something incoherent and reached behind me to unhook my bra, exposing my breasts. For a heartbeat, I tensed, as much out of muscle memory as anything.
But then his mouth was on me. He urged me to let go of him and lie back, so his tongue could dance its way along my chest. My momentary self-consciousness dissolved into sharp, electric pleasure. When his teeth grazed my scarred nipple, a jolt of almost unbearable pleasure shot through me, making me cry out.
“Too much?” he asked, pulling back slightly.
“No,” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him in place. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He returned his lips to my breast with renewed vigor, his palm sliding between my legs to press against the damp fabric of my panties.
“You’re so fucking wet, Brooke,” he moaned. “Tell me you want me.”
My head fell back as he rubbed slow circles through the thin material, building pressure that made my thighs tremble.
“Inside,” I demanded. “I need you inside me.”
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs. He took his time sliding them off, his eyes never leaving mine, the corner of his mouth curved in a wicked smirk that had filled my imagination every time I’d touched myself.
“So impatient,” he said, dropping to his knees between my spread thighs.
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding through my folds in a long, deliberate stroke. My back arched off the table, a string of profanities escaping my lips as he found my clit.
“Fuck, Rav,” I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “Right there.”
He hummed against me, the vibration adding to the sensation as his tongue circled and flicked. One hand gripped my thigh, spreading me wider, while the other slid up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in time with the movements of his tongue.
It had been so long—too long—since anyone had touched me like this. Since I’d let anyone touch me like this. The pleasure built rapidly, coiling tight in my core until I was right at the edge, my body trembling with the need for release.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice breaking. “So fucking close.”
He redoubled his efforts, sliding two fingers inside me while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit. The dual stimulation was too much, and I came with a shout, my body convulsing around his fingers, my thighs clamping around his head.
As the aftershocks rippled through me, he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with desire. I reached for him, tugging him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
“I need more,” I breathed against his lips. “Now.”
He stepped back just long enough to shove his pants down and kick them aside. His cock sprang free, heavy and ready. I reached for him, guiding him to my entrance.
“Wait,” he said suddenly. “I have to find some condoms.”
I’d been on birth control for years, more out of habit than necessity. “I’m clean. And covered. Are you?—”
“Clean,” he confirmed.
That was all I needed to hear. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him toward me. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside me. We both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of being joined after so many years apart.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. “You feel even better than I remembered.”
I clenched around him deliberately, loving the way I affected this huge, gorgeous man. “Now move.”
He obeyed, withdrawing almost completely before driving back in with a force that rattled the table beneath us. I dug my nails into his forearms, urging him on, meeting each thrust with a roll of my hips.
The angle was perfect, hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring me as he set a punishing rhythm that had the table scraping against the floor.
“Harder,” I demanded, needing more, needing everything he could give me.
