“I want you inside me,” I all but whisper, my face no doubtturning red. My confidence from last night is dimmer in the bright Vegas sunshine.
“Anything you want, it’s yours.” He moves his body beside mine.
“Okay, so then …” I gesture to my vagina.
He drops his head back and laughs. “You are the cutest fucking thing in the world.”
He shifts his body and takes hold of my waist, and the next thing I know, I’m straddling him.
“I want you to ride me.” He slides his fingers up my torso and grabs my breasts in his hands.
I swallow down my nerves because I’ve never been so exposed, and I’m not sure I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m starting to understand that maybe Eli and I had a pretty bland sex life. I mean, I suspected it, but I didn’t really know.
I clear my throat and try to form a coherent thought before I blurt out how inexperienced I am in all this. Again. “I’m not really sure what to do.”
“Cupcake, I’ve seen you on a mechanical bull, and I saw you move those hips last night. You know what to do.” He rocks his thick erection, and it parts my folds, the head of his cock hitting my clit.
I shake my head just a little. “Okay, but I want you to feel good too.”
“Oh, baby, I’m dying for this. Now sit that pretty pussy on my cock.” He circles my hips for me over him. “Lift up and take my dick in your hand, then feed it into your pussy, nice and slow.”
I mean … I might just come from him talking to me. Jesus, the mouth on him.
But I’m a pleaser, so I do what I was told and take his dick in my hand and position him at my opening.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans.
I sink down on him and brace my hands on his chest. I takein our skin and how plain I am compared to him. The ink on his body tells a story. And I want to know all of them.
He’s just so pretty; it almost hurts to look at him.
“You’re so tight. You’ve gotta start moving, or I might blow with you just sitting on me, staring at me with those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
I smile at the compliment and lean down to kiss him, bracing one of my hands on the mattress. He tilts my head with his hand and deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, and my hips start to move on their own.
Up.
Down.
The friction of our bodies moving together feels so good; I almost can’t bear it. I break the kiss to catch my breath as the tension builds. “Silas,” I moan.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” He stops moving his hips, but holds on gently to my waist.
I sit up and put my hands on his chest again, and we hold eye contact while I roll my hips slowly. “Why are you stopping?”
He doesn’t answer, but he skims my body with his fingertips, making me shiver. The way he’s touching me, along with the rock-hard cock inside me, tells me he’s enjoying this. And when he smirks at me in that stupid-sexy way of his, I know this is a challenge.
“Don’t you dare stop, Silas. Move with me.”
“Come here,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me down to him. “I want you to own this. Own the way this makes you feel.”
With the way he’s holding me, our chests are touching, and the brush of his skin against my nipples is heightening everything. I bring my arms up on either side of his neck and hold his head in my hands as I rock.
He takes the back of my head in his palm and brings my face down to his, searing me with his kiss.
I’m so lost in our kiss, the way he feels inside of me, that Ibarely notice when he releases my head and grabs hold of my hips, taking control. He’s so deep, and our gazes hold as I edge closer to my orgasm.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me? I can’t get deep enough.”
