“Your turn,” I managed, tugging at the hem of his sweater.
He helped me pull it over his head. I had to bite back a moan at the sight of him. His chest was even better than I’d imagined. I licked my lips as I took in the broad and muscled torso with just the right amount of dark hair. I ran my hands over his skin, marveling at the way his muscles tensed under my touch.
When I leaned down to press kisses along his collarbone, he made a low sound deep in his throat that sent heat pooling between my thighs. His hands were working at the clasp of my bra, and when it fell away, the look of pure want on his face nearly undid me.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands covering my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I was squirming in his lap.
I couldn’t help but arch into his touch, a soft whimper escaping my lips as his hands explored my bare skin. Every nerve ending felt electrified under his careful attention. When he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth, I gasped and threaded my fingers through his dark hair.
“God, Kent,” I breathed, my head falling back as he lavished attention on my breasts with his tongue and teeth.
His hands slid down to grip my hips, holding me steady as I rocked against him. The friction was incredible but not nearly enough. I could feel how much he wanted me through his dress pants. The knowledge that I affected him this much made me bold.
I reached between us to work at his belt, my fingers fumbling slightly in my eagerness. He lifted his hips to help me as I pushed his pants and boxers down enough to free him. When I wrapped my hand around his length, he hissed and his grip on my hips tightened to the point I could feel bruises forming.
“Sylvie,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “You’re going to kill me.”
I loved the way he said my name. I stroked him slowly, marveling at the velvet softness of his skin over steel. Hisbreathing grew ragged as I worked him with my hand, his forehead dropping to rest against my collarbone.
“I need you,” he whispered against my skin, his hands sliding under my dress to find the edge of my nylons. “I need to be inside you.”
I was dimly aware of him standing, lifting me with him as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he carried me toward my bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine.
He set me down beside my bed, his hands going to the waistband of my dress. With agonizing slowness, he worked it down over my hips, taking my nylons with it. When I stood before him in nothing but my black panties, he stepped back slightly, his gaze raking over me. That hungry look in his eyes was sending heat coursing through my veins.
Damn. I had never felt so damn sexy in my life. Men looked at me, but he was looking at me like I was a goddess.
“Lie down,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
I did as he asked, then watched as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. When he revealed himself completely, I couldn’t suppress my sharp intake of breath. He was magnificent, all lean muscle and masculine power. And he was big. Bigger than I’d expected. It was intimidating. And intoxicating. Holding that magnificent cock in my hand was nothing compared to seeing it with my own eyes.
He must have noticed my expression because he smiled as he reached into his discarded pants, pulling out a foil packet. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
He joined me on the bed. His hands skimmed up my legs as he settled between them. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, I lifted my hips to help him remove them. Being completely bare under his intense gaze should havemade me self-conscious, but instead it made me feel desired in a way I’d never experienced.
“So perfect,” he repeated, his hands stroking up my thighs. “I want to taste you first.”
Before I could process what he meant, his mouth was on me. I cried out at the sensation. He knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue found every sensitive spot and worked me with a skill that left me gasping. When he slipped one finger inside me, then two, I arched off the bed.
“Kent, please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was asking for.
“Come for me first,” he said against my skin. His fingers curved inside me just right while his mouth worked magic on my clit.
The orgasm hit me like lightning. Pleasure crashed through me in waves that left me shaking and breathless. I’d never felt anything like it, so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
Kent worked me through it, his touch gentled as I came down from the high. When I could finally focus again, he was watching me with satisfaction written all over his face.
“That was crazy,” I said breathlessly.
“And it was just the beginning,” he promised, tearing open the condom packet.
I watched him roll it on, my body already responding again despite having just climaxed. When he positioned himself at my entrance, he paused, his eyes meeting mine.
“You sure about this?” he asked. I could see the effort it took him to hold back. The man was shaking.
Instead of answering, I pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. He took the hint and pushed into me slowly, carefully. The stretch was intense. He really was big. But my body welcomed him, adjusting to accommodate his size.
“Fuck,” he breathed when he was fully seated inside me. “You feel incredible.”
