“May I?” she stammered.
“Eager, aren’t you?” He tilted his head. “Dare I say,wanton?” His eyes darkened with amusement. “May you what?
Her face heated. She looked away. He growled, threaded his fingers through her right hand, and then wrapped their joined hands around his member.
His cock felt nothing like she’d expected. The protrusions at the bottom were rough, the stem log and silky, and the tip, hooded. He pushed her thumb across, and a sticky substance webbed between their fingers.
She wrinkled her nose. “Wet.”
“With seed—not anything else.” He guided her hand up and down. “A mind of its own, I told you. It wants inside…something it cannot have.”
Wasn’tinsidethe whole point? She frowned.Now?Nowhe was going to sayno?
“You!” She clenched her teeth. “Youwouldn’t!”
“Pull in your claws, kitten.” He guided her fingers slowly up and down his shaft. “I’ll promise you pleasure—just not precisely”—his cheek twitched—“a fuck.”
A hot rush traveled down her neck. “How?”
“Spread your legs and I’ll show you.”
“But your thighs…” She scowled. “YouknowI can’t move.”
“You can move—down.”
If she—she caught the challenge in his raised brow and then glared as she shimmied down. From this vantage, she could spread her legs, but all she could see—smell—breathe—was his manhood.
“See?” His cock bobbed as he reached behind his back and spidered his fingers up her inner thighs. “Isn’t life so much more pleasant when you do as you’re told?”
She snorted.
He chuckled. “Do that again, won’t you? Feels pretty good.”
“Pleasure,” she reminded. “Mine.”
“Ah, well,” he sighed. “A promise is a promise, I suppose.”
Dipping his fingers between her thighs, he stroked the place she ached most, a part of her body she’d only hesitantly explored before abandoning the task with flustered frustration.
He groaned.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re wet.Sowet. No, no! That’s good. Wet means you’re ready…and pleased.”
She gasped as he pushed inside.
“Tight, too, heaven help me.”
His touch caused a flare, a burst of white light that caused her inner muscles to clench involuntarily.
“You’re killing me, Jules.” He grabbed his cock with his other hand. “Thiswants to bethere.”
She tried to imagine how that might work. She had an inkling, of course—but she wasn’t completely sure what was possible. She only knew that from the moment she’d seen him naked, nothing but his weight on hers would do.
The images she created vanished when he thrust his finger back inside.
“You haveno idea,”he said, “how much I want to rip apart your maidenhead.”
