“Can I make you come, just from this?”
Her cheeks flush a deeper red. “I—I don’t know… I’ve never…”
I said I would take my time, but I’m desperate to know just how responsive she is. I’ve never made a woman come this way, and I’d like more than anything for her to be the first. And the last. Taking her nipple back into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it as I use my fingers to pinch and tease the other one. Her cries and whimpers fill the room, causing my need for her to nearly take over. I want to bury myself inside her. I want her to come all over my cock. And she will.
Releasing her from my mouth again, I blow cool air over the wet flesh and watch as her nipple hardens, before pulling her back into my mouth as I continue caressing her other breast with my hand. She shatters, her body stiffening beneath me as she cries out a strangled version of my name.Holy fuck.
“Mmmm. That’s my girl. Now let’s see you give me one more.”
Chapter 29
Miranda
Holy shit.Did I just…? I’ve never… I didn’t even know it was possible to come like that. He barely even touched me. Frozen in place, I watch as he stands from the bed, slips his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and slides them down, freeing his impressive length.Holy hell.
“You alright?” he asks when his eyes return to mine.
It should be a simple question. But I have no answer. I’m still coming down from the most surprising orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and now I’m seeing for the first time why I felt so full that night. He’s huge. And even though I should be terrified, I can’t wait to feel him inside me once more.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I just—I need you.”
“You have me, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
He hovers over me, and the intensity of his gaze causes my breath to hitch. This is not the same as our first time. The first time wasn’t rushed, but we had the premise of it being our onlychance. Now, there are no expectations. It’s just us. No secrets. No hiding from each other.
Without warning, he grips my panties and tears them apart. The sound of fabric ripping rivals the sound of my heavy breathing. Spreading my thighs even further, I silently beg for him. I crave the burn of finally having him fill me again.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I tilt my hips to welcome him. He fills me slowly, allowing my body to accommodate him one thick inch at a time. Tears sting my eyes as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
“You’re doing so well,” he rasps into my ear. “Taking every last inch. Breathe, baby.”
“Hayden,” I whimper. “I’m so full.”
He sets a slow pace. I close my eyes as I get lost in the sensation of his large body over mine as he fills me completely. I don’t know how I was able to stay away for so long, when he makes me feel whole. Alive. His grip tightens on my hip, and I can tell he’s working hard to restrain himself.
“Don’t hold back. Give me all of you.”
I barely get the words out when he begins to move. Really move. I’m so fucking wet, there’s no friction. Thrusting my hips, I meet every one of his movements. Practically begging for every last inch that he gives me. It isn’t long before my body is once again teetering on the edge of release.
“That’s it, baby.I know you’re close. Let me have it. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
His words are my undoing. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes as I fall apart around him, every muscle in my body tensing as my pussy grips his cock. I’m still pulsing around him when I feel his movements falter.
“Fuck,” he growls as he fills me with his warm release. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
Neither of us moves for several long moments. His weight above me grounds me, and just as my breathing returns to normal, he flips us to our sides before sliding out of me. I wince.
“I’ll be right back.”
He returns with a warm washcloth and says nothing as he cleans up our mess, gently swiping along my sensitive flesh. Another first. After our first time together, I rushed back to my room in an attempt to keep some distance between us. No man has ever taken care of me after sex. Of course, Hayden doesn’t behave like other men. He never has. And I’m sure he never will.
The mattress shifts as he climbs out of the bed once more, disposing of the washcloth. It shifts again when he rejoins me and pulls me close to his chest. His large, callused hands stroke my arms, and it doesn’t take long before I relax against him.
“That was…wow,” I say in a low voice, even though that isn’t nearly enough to cover the experience.
“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle.
It’s still early, but I’m perfectly content to stay wrapped in his strong arms for a while. Hell, I’d be happy to stay here forever. His breathing slows, and for a moment I wonder if he’s drifted off to sleep, until he places a gentle kiss on my shoulder.
