I carefully lay her on the bed. My gaze drifts over her, committing every line, dip, and valley to memory. The mattress sinks under my weight as I crawl over her, caging her between my arms.
“Lift your hips.”
She complies and I drag her thong down. I let my fingertips brush against her legs. My hand travels back up her body, over her hip, the soft curves of her stomach, up over her breast, before stopping at her throat. I apply enough pressure to feel her pulse as I settle between her thighs. I watch her closely for signs of hesitancy, any pauses, catches in her breath that are more fear than pleasure.
I bring my mouth down on hers. My tongue seeking entrance. She opens her mouth to me and I plunge inside. I move down the column of her throat, to her collarbone. I lick, bite, and suck my way to her chest. I gently nip at the edge of one pasty, pulling it away with my teeth. My mouth takes its place instantly. Sucking her nipple until it’s taut and pebbled before moving to the other side and giving it the same attention. Her gasp makes me groan. I linger at her breasts a moment longer, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the newly exposed flesh once more before murmuring against her skin.
“Still with me?”
She nods and her hands trail over the lines of my tattoos. Her fingers tracing the ink up my arms and across my chest until her fingertips dig into my shoulders.
My muscles tense and flex beneath her touch, I have to fight myself to keep from moving too fast, taking too much. “Fuck.”
My mouth crashes down on hers again. My body is braced above her, but I don’t move closer, not yet. I draw back after a moment, my breathing ragged, the space between us heated. I prop my hands on either side of her shoulders. “I want to taste you again.”
“Okay,” she answers breathlessly, skin flushed.
My eyes nearly roll back, her permission being the single most erotic thing she’s ever said to me. I bend down, shifting as I move down her body. My mouth grazes the underside of her jaw.
“Gonna go slow,” I mutter as I drag my tongue down her throat, pausing briefly to kiss the space between her breasts. My eyes flick up to hers as I nibble my way down her stomach. “Lift your hips again.”
Her brow creases, but she complies. I shove a pillow under her hips before settling between her open knees. I smirk against her skin as I nip the inside of her knee. I hook my arms under her thighs, lifting them over my shoulders. I dip my head, pressing a tender kiss above her mound. Wasting no more time, I spread her wide with my fingertips so I can seal my mouth over her clit.
The second my tongue makes contact with her skin, my eyes roll and I growl low in my throat. I take a long swipe before falling into a rhythm that has her writhing beneath me. The sounds she makes nearly break my resolve to go slow. My other hand slides up her forearm before tangling my fingers together with hers like an anchor. My mouth works her over with devastating precision, alternating between languid, teasing licks and firmer strokes that make her arch off the bed. I press down on her lower stomach slightly to keep her in place while I adjust my angle to draw more delicious noises out of her.
“That’s it,” I growl against her clit, “just like that.”
She comes and I feel the wet rush of her release coat my tongue. I let out a hum of contentment. I don’t stop until I’ve pulled every last gasp and tremble out of her quaking core with relentless focus. I lift my head, meeting her hooded eyes. I love the way she looks coming undone for me. It’s a damn good thing she agreed to take a chance on this because I’m fucking addicted and I don’t ever want to stop.
I let her thighs slide off my shoulders and I press another gentle kiss to her lower stomach before crawling up her body. I pause to brush my lips across her skin in a series of soft, reverent kisses. I’m touching something priceless and I want her to know it. I plan to make sure she understands what it means to be worshiped after a life that’s only ever taken from her.
I hover over her, looking down I smile softly. “Beautiful.”
My mouth claims hers in another kiss. I let her taste herself on my tongue. It’s a different kiss than before, slower but just as hungry. I lean back and brush a lock of hair off of her forehead. I linger there, staring into her eyes.
“Okay?” I murmur. Every muscle tense as I wait for her answer. I need to know she’s alright with this. That I haven’t pushed her too far. It takes all I have to hold back, to let her lead the way. I distract myself by tracing soft circles on her neck with my thumb.
“Mm-hmm,” she nods lazily, riding the high.
I kiss her gently, briefly. Before leaning back on my heels to undo my belt. The moment my pants are undone, I shove the fabric down. My cock springs free, thick and heavy against my stomach, leaking at the tip. She licks her lips and I nearly come on her stomach from that alone. She impatiently pushes my pants further down my thighs. I hiss through my teeth when her fingers brush against my thighs, my muscles flexing under her touch. My cock twitches visibly, already so fucking hard for her it’s almost painful.
“Condom.” I roll off the bed and quickly shed them the rest of the way before reaching over into the nightstand drawer and pulling one out. Her hips are raised by the pillow, her legs spread wide. The sight nearly undoes me but I focus on getting the foil wrapper open, fumbling it. I manage to look away long enough to roll it on and climb back over her.
“Gonna go slow,” I say again. More to remind myself, than reassure her at this point.
She nods again, a final confirmation that she’s okay with what’s about to happen. I balance on a forearm beside her and use my other hand to line the head up. I press inside, slowly, inch by torturous inch. My muscles tremble with restraint until I’m almost fully sheathed. She goes still, her breath catches and I lose her.
I freeze instantly, lifting my head to look her in the eye. I expected this to be hard for her. I knew there might be moments where I’d have to coax her through it. But she’s been doing so well I almost forgot.
“Breathe, I’ve got you.” I gently cup her face, my forehead resting against hers. I fight every instinct telling me to drive into her, to bury myself so deep she won’t think of anything but me. “Do you need me to stop?”
“I-I’m okay.” She places her hands tentatively on my shoulders.
I feel the moment her body relaxes and I sink the rest of the way in. We both groan. I slip my hand down and under her knee anchoring it over my hip. I watch her closely, gauging her reaction for any sign of discomfort. I press a soft kiss to her forehead before looking at where we’re connected.
“Gonna start movin’ now.” I roll my hips in a deep agonizing rhythm that has her moaning. Every drag is drawn out, as I savor the way she grips me. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I increase my pace gradually, making sure every second of this is hers. Even with a condom she feels fucking amazing. I let go of her leg and take her hand, lacing our fingers together and pressing it into the pillow by her head.
