“My room,” I tell her, the words coming out like a command. “Now.”
I don’t give her a chance to argue. Keeping a tight hold of her hand, I lead her out of the shower stall. I don’t bother with our discarded clothes. They’re a problem for later. I snatch the other towel, wrapping it around my hips more securely, and make sure hers is sealed tight around her body, from the swell of her breasts to her knees.
The hallway from the showers to my room at the back of the clubhouse has never felt longer. Every shadow feels like a set of eyes. I pull her along, my stride quick and purposeful, my body a shield between her and the closed doors we pass.
Her hair is dripping, her eyes are wide and fixed on me, full of a trust that makes my chest clench.
I don’t slow down. I don’t breathe again until my door is in sight. Fumbling with the knob, I shove it open, pull her inside, and slam it shut behind us. The lock clicks into place with a sound of finality.
“Now,” I breathe, my hands finding her waist through the damp towel. “Now you can have me.”
I let her take complete control, unsure if I can trust myself enough not to just take everything I want. Right now, I’m not in the right headspace. I need this woman to guide me.
Penelope lets her towel drop and moves her hands to me instead. Reaching out for me, she’s got kissing down by the book. Pulling me down, she moans as she teases my tongue, coaxing it into her mouth.
Feeling my towel hit my ankles, I hiss as I feel her fingers suddenly wrap around my cock.
She jerks. “Did I hurt you?”
If a laugh came from my lips, that would hurt me more than she ever could.
“No. You just surprised me.” Grabbing her hand, I kiss the back of her knuckles. “Let’s move to the bed. I’m going to need to sit down for this one.”
Already knowing she’s going to shake my world, whether we go all the way or not, I can only try to prepare myself as best as I can.
Leading her over to the bed, I sink in blankets already rumpled from this morning.
She stands, waiting for instruction. Stirring, I can see the want in her eyes. I’m willing to bet she’s fighting the urge not to jump on me and figure it out on her own.
Once I’m settled, I rest my back against the bed frame and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
She continues to surprise me. Watching her join me on the bed, I don’t think she understands what power she holds as she crawls toward me.
My cock weeps at the sight alone. I’m going to stain the blankets at this rate.
Using my legs as support, she climbs on and settles nicely. As she shifts, she discovers how it feels to grind against me. Her eyes flutter, and she doesn’t just grind against me once. No, she keeps going, enjoying the friction.
All about her pleasure, I have to admit, this is hell. The sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced.
“Does that feel good?” Gritting my teeth, I watch transfixed as her pussy glides, soaking my cock further. At this rate, I’m going to shoot my release against my stomach instead of inside her. That’s no good.
Biting back a whimper, she nods. Closing her eyes, she lets out a soft moan each time the head catches against her clit.
She’s so fucking wet. Can she even tell?
I want inside her. At this rate, I do not doubt that I’d be able to just slide right in.
“Lift your hips for me, angel.” Biting back a curse at her instant obedience, I grip my cock and press it against her entrance. “Carefully slide down. If it hurts, even for a second, we’ll stop. Do not force yourself.”
Trying to lay out my demand, we’re both lost to the pleasure as she works her way down. Smart not to take me in all at once, she rolls her hips, making one inch of my cock disappear at a time.
Lifting, a shiver wracks through her. Then, she lowers herself, her knees squeezing my hips.
Pulling my hand away, my palm glides against her inner thigh. In a daze, I part her swollen lips to watch as her pussy swallows up my cock with another roll of her hips.
So hot, so warm. I feel like I’m going to burn up alive once she takes me all the way in. Sinking my teeth into my inner cheek, I release her lips so I can stroke her clit.
“Oh!” Eyes flying open, her hands push into my stomach, mixing pain with pleasure.
