“I promise to go slow, to make this as comfortable for you as possible.” He feathered kisses up one cheek, across her forehead, and down the other cheek.
“I trust you.” She skimmed her fingertips down the center of his back.
“Good.” He planted his hands on the pillow and levered up to his knees. “Now, where were we?” He snapped his fingers. “Ah, yes, I remember.”
Boone scooted down to stand at the foot of the bed, reached out and hooked his fingers in the sides of her suit.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.” There was a mild bite of command to his words, and she didn’t hate it.
She levered her butt up off the bed, and he slowly dragged her suit down her legs and over her feet. He tossed it in the general direction of where her top and the towel were crumpled on the floor.
“Open your legs,” he instructed with a whisper.
Luna hesitated, but only for a brief moment, then spread her feet apart.
Boone spread his hands out and glided them down her legs. The rough calluses added to the sensations already pummeling her. He wrapped his fingers around her ankles, tugged her closer, and dropped to his knees on the floor, putting his face rightthere. He rubbed his hands up the inside of her thighs and pressed them apart.
“Beautiful.” His voice held a note of awe as he began to lower his face to her most private area.
She had an idea of what he was about to do and wasn’t sure how to react. Her breathing kicked up with anticipation, and she experienced a mixture of nervousness and what she could only guess was lust.
Boone draped her legs over his broad shoulders, opening her up to him completely. He lowered his face, and his mouth was on her, and when he ran his tongue over her folds, her back arched and her hips lifted into him.
He spread one big hand across her lower belly and gently pressed her back to the bed. Then he slowly inserted a finger into her vagina, slid it out, and repeated this sweet torment as he began to flick her clit with his tongue.
Her body was completely under his control.
All conscious thought ended as another powerful orgasm raged through her, searing every nerve ending and stealing her breath.
No more self-doubt. No more distrust. Only Boone and the way he made her feel.
Boone felt Luna’s body go limp, placed a kiss to the inside of each thigh, and kissed her soft dewy skin all the way up her torso. He lingered on her perfect breasts, allowing himself to feast on her perky nipples.
“Oh, my God, that was … amazing.” She draped her arm across her forehead.
Since she was a virgin, he’d wanted her soft and ready for him. From the dewy glow on her cheeks and the slickness between her legs, it appeared he’d accomplished just that.
Boone reached over to slide the drawer open on the nightstand. His hand searched around until his fingers bumped the box of condoms. He used his teeth to tear open the box, dumped the condoms on the nightstand, and grabbed one. He started to tear one open and—
“Wait.” She shot up to sit on her heels, and he prayed she hadn’t changed her mind.
Of course, if she had, he would respect her wishes. It would hurt, but he’d take care of himself later.
“Can I put it on you?” As she stared at his dick, her face had the curious look of a child seeing something amazing for the first time.
Holy shit, that was not at all what he thought she was going to say. Liking that idea a lot, his dick stood fully upright, ready for her to touch him.
“Uh, yeah, you can put it on me.” He handed her the foil packet and gave her a few pointers to make it easier. Then he let her have her fun.
She tore it open and put the wrapper on the nightstand. Then she turned the condom over in her hand, examining it, as if familiarizing herself with its design and structure.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
Her stopping would be the only thing that would hurt him right now.
She positioned the condom over the tip of his dick and slowly rolled it on. Her tongue stuck out a little as she concentrated on the task at hand, like she did when tweaking one of her inventions.
The feel of her hands on his penis was almost more than Boone could bear. In the best possible way, of course. He clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, and counted all of the different types of weapons in his head. Whatever it took to keep from embarrassing himself by shooting his load before he ever got inside her.
