I stared at his heaving chest and those beautiful tattoos and bit my bottom lip. Gods, I felt so stupid. I’d never had a lover. I didn’t know how to do this. Sex with feelings was an unknown concept to me. The mechanics were there, of course they were. I’d been forced into having sex for years before it became my choice, but Stone had taken many lovers. Would I ever measure up to any of them?
“Hey?” He lifted my chin with a gentle finger, and for some inexplicable reason, my eyes burned.
“You’llalwaysbe good enough, my love.”
I huffed a laugh and sniffed. “How do you do that? Know what I’m thinking without me saying anything?”
He smiled and cupped my face. “Because I’ve studied every expression on your face. Fuck, I’ve studied everything about you—for years. I know what makes you tick better than you do.”
I gave him a watery smile, but my anxieties had settled at his touch. “I guess you do.”
“I do. I know your thoughts are running away with you and that you need to quiet them. If you want, I can help with that. All you have to do is follow instructions—and feel. And I’ll show you what I like.”
I groaned as he kissed me.
“Safeword?”
I stared into his eyes, so ready to do this. My embarrassment at not knowing how to please him was forgotten. “Silver.”
A sexy smirk curled his sinful mouth, possession and lust flashing in his eyes. “Good. Now, down on your knees.”
My eyes widened. He raised a brow, a wickedly hot glint in his gaze—and waited. I swallowed as heat shot through my blood. Not one part of me wanted to deny him. It had never crossed my mind that I’d like to be dominated again during sex, but I was so on board with this. I wanted to hand over the pressure of knowing what to do, pretending to be strong, making decisions—all of it. Instinctively, I knew that’s what Stone was trying to do, ease my anxiety.
I dropped to my knees, and Stone fisted his hands by his sides. “Undo my jeans.”
Mother fucking wolf. That voice….
I did, fumbling a bit with the metal button. I cursed under my breath when it was clear he’d gone commando, and the head of his heavy length jutted proudly towards his flat stomach. Salivating, I went to undo the zip.
“No.” He grasped my wrist. “No touching—yet,” he added when my face dropped. He stroked my cheek, his gaze softening. “This isn’t a punishment, Butterfly. It’s a lesson I want you to enjoy as much as I do, but if you touch me, I won’t last.”
I didn’t try to hide my satisfaction that I was affecting him as much as he was me.
“Hands on your thighs. Sit back,” he rasped, and I hurried to follow his instructions. He kicked off his boots and jeans, standing before me in all his naked glory, his tattoos emitting a low purple glow, making him look godlike as he towered above me. His cock curved upwards, thick and veiny and delicious. He grabbed the base, angling the head to my lips.
“When my cock isn’t in your mouth, and I haven’t told you not to speak, you will use your words. But my cockisgoing to be in your throat, so if you need me to stop, you will tap my thigh. Are we clear?”
“Yes.” I looked up at him through lowered lashes, my heart racing. I licked my lips, wanting him in my mouth, wanting to taste him so much that it was hard not to launch myself forward. His irises glowed along with his tattoos, his canines sharp and lethal. “That’s my good girl.”
My body melted at his simple praise. His thumb swept up the drop of precome on his tip, and he smeared it on my lower lip. I wanted desperately to taste it, but if he wanted me to, he’d tell me.
“Have you ever enjoyed this before?”
My heart clenched at his careful question. He didn’t ask if I’d done it before. We both knew that was a moot question.
I blinked but didn’t look away. “No.”
He pulled back his foreskin. “Then you will set the pace—to start with.” He pushed his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”
I did, moaning as his taste hit my tongue.
“That’s it, sweetheart, taste me.”
He removed his thumb and dropped his hand back to his side, keeping a hand on his erection and holding it where I could just reach him with my tongue. My centre contracted, making my thighs slick beneath my nightie. I peered up, only more turned on by the feral hunger on his face. He raised a brow expectantly. I should hate that unspoken command, but I reallydidn’t. Fuck me, if it wasn’t the sexiest I’d ever felt, on my knees for this gorgeous male while he waited for me to pleasure him.
I leant forward, determined to try and make this good for us both. I’d never wanted to go down on my partners, yet I really did for him. So I went on instinct, licking a stripe from base to tip before flicking my tongue into his slit and lapping up the moisture there. I glanced up at his face. His eyes glowed, and his face and muscles were taught, but it was the guttural moan he couldn’t contain that had heat slicking my insides. My tongue licked and swirled around his head, but soon, that wasn’t enough, so I took him into my mouth. I won’t lie, he was big. But I worked him in, inch by inch, the groans he gave spurring me on.
“Gods, that feels so good.” His voice was deeper and sexier than ever. I peered up at him as I drew back, his hooded gaze burning with lust as I swallowed him down again. As if he couldn’t help himself, his hips canted forward, making me gag. His whole body froze. “Shit, Sorry…” he rasped, pulling back. “Touch me. Use your hands to show me how you want it, how far you can take me.”
