I shift on the bed. The sheets are crisp beneath me, and the light breeze coming through the open windows dances on my skin, reinforcing the fact that I’m gloriously naked and exposed for this man. Every nerve ending on my skin is awake.
‘I said it last night, and I meant it.’ He parts my legs and sits back on his heels, his hands brushing my skin. His thumbs making a trail up and down my inner thighs. His eyes flickering over my body. ‘You are the most beautiful woman I haveeverseen.’
His thumbs move north and I open my legs further. My pulse is beating in parts of my body that are nowhere near my heart. The blood builds between my legs. From arousal comes courage.
‘Show me.’
He grins at me. I’m not the only one who’s famished.
‘I will, baby. I promise. I’m going to show you how beautiful you are. But I may need some help. I don’t have enough hands.’
He runs his hands firmly up over my stomach. Fingers tracing my breasts. When they hit my nipples and squeeze, I convulse.That. That feeling. Is. Everything.
He takes his time. His hands on my nipples. Rolling. Pressing. Chafing. It’s simultaneously heavenly and torturous. I could explode just from this, but it’s not going to hit the spot the way I need. I squirm on the bed.
‘Noah. I need you inside me. Please, for the love of God, say you have condoms.’
‘I do.’ He kisses me. Slow. Tongue taut. ‘But I want to make you come first. Unless you can come just from my being inside you?’
‘Not usually,’ I admit. Vaginal orgasms are as intriguing, and as improbable, as unicorns.
‘Not a problem. Give me your hands.’
He puts my hands on my breasts. ‘I need you to touch yourself for me. Do what I’ve been doing, okay?’
His hands move downwards, and he slips a couple of fingers inside me. Oh, God. He’s finally given me a body part. I push into his hand, but he doesn’t move it. Instead, he grins and raises his eyebrows at me.
‘Go on. I need you working your magic at that end.’
‘Dick.’ I make a face at him, but he’s unmoved.
‘Come on. Team effort. Don’t be shy.’
Desire and frustration overtake self-consciousness. I move my fingers, rolling my aching nipples between them like pebbles. As soon as I do, he pulls his fingers out and pushes them back in, hard. The sense of relief at both ends of my body is so massive, I close my eyes and moan. When I open them, he’s watching me, and wetting his lips, and shaking his head.
‘You’re going to kill me. I may not survive this. The most beautiful woman in the world, touching herself.’
My breath comes faster.
‘Make it worth my while.’
‘I will. I fucking will.’
And he crouches down. Puts his mouth on me. Holds me open with his hand, his tongue hitting all the most sensitive parts of me. His long fingers pushing into me, like they did last night. There’s no way I can hold out for long. The heat builds and swells and pulses through my entire body and crescendos in an almighty rush between my legs, and the heavenly torment turns to blissful, unreal release as my entire body surges against him.
‘Quick.’ I’m delirious. ‘Quick. Where’s your condom?’
He kisses my inner thigh and scoots up to grab one off the bedside table. My legs hang open. Shaking, useless. He rips the foil and I stare at the delectable sight of him rolling the condom over his very hard, very gorgeous, very large dick. Heruns a hand over it and I smirk. The Cote d’Azur knows how to put on a good show.
‘Come here.’ I hold up a hand and curl it around his neck.
He crouches back down, framing my shoulders with his elbows. He’s shaking as he edges into me, and I take. No lube necessary today. Definitely not.
He reaches down and hooks an arm behind one of my knees, pulling it up. Edges in further. And the sensation of being filled up is glorious. Far better than his fingers. The aftershocks of my orgasm are still coming, the friction as he moves inside me rounding out that sensation to a state of perfect fulfilment. I may not come like this, but I can sure as hell revel in the perfection of his hard, rhythmical thrusts as he drives into me, sending a wall of pressure up through my entire abdomen, pushing the air out of my lungs. This. This. This.
I kiss him—deep drives of my tongue that mirror the effect he’s having on my insides, and I can feel him near his own orgasm. When he does slow and still inside me, and shudder, he releases a long groan into my mouth before thrusting through his climax, and I move with him. Hold him in my arms as he shakes. My chest is tight with exhaustion and emotion and overwhelm.
He pulls up and out of my embrace and I whimper.
