When I scraped my teeth along his length then bit down on the head of his dick, his hips jerked forward.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” He groaned, pulling me away. “My turn.”
I pouted. “I want to taste you.”
“Next time.”
As I scooted farther on the bed, he crawled over me, hands on either side of my head, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss that tasted of need and promise. His hands were everywhere, skimming over my breasts before he took one nipple between his teeth.
“Bite, please.” I arched into him.
He chuckled as he obeyed.
“Yes, that’s it. Harder.”
The pleasurable pain was enough to send me over the edge. If I thought that his biting was euphoric, I almost shot off the bed when he dipped two fingers inside my channel.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”
I opened my legs wider, my breathing ramping up. He pumped me slowly, watching me watch him. Then he pulled out and sucked his fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, groaning as if he were tasting the most decadent dessert.
Who was this man?
“I need you inside me,” I whined.
“Not yet.” Scooting downward, he grabbed my legs and yanked me to him then buried his face between my legs.
As soon as he flicked his tongue over my clit, I bucked and squealed. There was no way I would last long.
Sure enough, the moment he sucked on my throbbing nub, I saw stars, and then I was free-falling, dropping his name from my lips like a prayer. I grabbed hold of his head, riding out the best orgasm ever.
He peppered kisses along my inner thigh, stomach, up to my breasts, giving equal attention to each. “Are you good?”
“Never better,” I whispered, my body still tingling and on fire.
He got off the bed, found his jeans, pulled out his wallet, then a condom, and tore it out of the wrapper.
I could have told him I had an IUD, but it wasn’t only about birth control but safe sex.
He rolled the condom on with expert fingers. “One last chance to say no.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” If he didn’t, I might die.
He smirked. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond when he shoved his dick inside in one smooth move then froze.
I sucked in air, and for a quick second, a flash of pain hit me. It had been way too long. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely, had me squirming beneath him, desperate for friction.
He groaned as he looked at me, his gaze equal parts crazy and pained. “If you move like that,” he warned through gritted teeth, “this will be over embarrassingly fast.”
I couldn’t help but smile, running my hands up his rigid biceps. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
When he finally gave way, it was with deliberate, measured strokes that had me gasping. His eyes never left mine, watching every reaction, seemingly learning what made me moan, what made me dig my nails into his back.
“Harder,” I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Ah yes,” he said, obliging, picking up the pace, driving into me with an intensity that had the headboard knocking against the wall as the delicious pressure began to build inside me.
