His laugh is a deep, rich sound as he kicks off his boots, his fingers working the button of his jeans. “And you’re stunning.”
The jeans hit the floor, and my breath catches.
Oh.
He’s commando.
And he’s…huge.
Thick, long, veined, the head already flushed dark with arousal. My pulse spikes, a mix of anticipation and a flicker of nerves. I’ve never…God, I don’t know if I can…
“Hey.” Nick’s voice is soft as he climbs back onto the bed, bracketing my hips with his knees. His cock juts between us, heavy and demanding, but his touch is gentle as he cups my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. “It’s okay, darlin'. You can take it. I know you can.”
I believe him.
I want to.
His thumb brushes my lower lip, his gaze locked on mine as he guides himself to my entrance. The first press of him against me is a shock: hot, thick, real. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Easy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my temple, then the corner of my mouth. “Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”
He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, to stretch around him. The burn is intense, but so is the pleasure, the fullness, the way he fills me so completely I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“Nick,” His name is a whimper, a plea, a prayer.
“Samantha.” His hips roll, shallow at first, letting me feel every ridge of him. “You’re perfect. So tight. Gods, you feel so good. Look at you. Look at how we fit together.”
His words send another rush of heat through me, my body clenching around him. He groans, his forehead dropping to mine as he starts to move in earnest. Deep, measured strokes that have me clawing at his back, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“That’s it,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Fuck, Samantha, you feel amazing.”
I can’t speak. I can only feel the drag of him inside me, the way his cock hits some deep, hidden spot with every thrust, the way his breath catches when I dig my heels into his ass, urging him deeper.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice rough. “I want to see you come again.”
I don’t hesitate. My fingers find my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, the dual sensation sending me spiraling higher, faster.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, his hips snapping harder, his cock swelling inside me. “Come on, darlin’. Let go for me.”
And I do.
My orgasm hits like a storm, my back arching, and my pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Nick groans, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release, his fingers biting into my hips.
But he doesn’t come.
Not yet.
With a growl, he pulls out, flipping me onto my hands and knees before I can even process the loss of him. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him as he notches himself at my entrance again.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, his cock sliding home in one deep thrust that has me crying out. “So fucking gorgeous like this.”
He takes me hard from behind, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound obscene, filthy. One hand tangles in my hair, tugging just enough to make my back arch, while the other reaches around to toy with my breasts, pinching my nipples until I’m sobbing his name.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his cock pistoning in and out of me. “Take it, Samantha. Take all of me.”
I can feel another orgasm building, my body coiling tight, my pussy fluttering around him.
“Nick, I can’t…”
