“On now?” he asks, clearly letting me take the lead.
I glance down at his cock, and my mouth waters. There are so many things I want to do to him, with him, that it’s hard to decide where to start. Climbing off the bed, I let my panties slip from my knees to the floor and step out of them.
“On now,” I say.
But when he grips the base and poises the condom at the tip, I stop him. “Wait.”
He freezes and looks up at me, calmly awaiting instruction.
“I need another minute of this.” That big, beautiful hand wrapped around that big, beautiful cock. “When you’re alone, thinking about what we’re about to do, what does that look like?”
His pupils have erased any hint of iris, and unblinking, his grip tightens, and his wrist engages. The motion slow. I can’t take my eyes off it, but when his hips curve forward and upward to join in, it’s so obscenely good that I momentarily question if I’m dreaming.
Licking my lips, my eyes drift back up his body to his face. “Your body is a fucking work of art,” I tell him, before moving on to the practical matter at hand. “I have an IUD. I’d still love to watch you roll that on, because it’s always been a turn-on for me, but then it’s up to you if you want to wear it or not.”
He rolls it on, the latex straining, and everything in me aches to touch him. But as hot as it is, it’s nothing compared to watching him snap it off.
Taking his face in my hands, I widen my stance and step into him. My lips touch his at the same time I sink down, and he guides himself inside me. We both moan through the kiss.
The stretch is biting, and the fullness divine. The sheer size of him is transcendent. Canting my hips, I ease back. Then forward. My body adjusting to being filled so completely. The ebb and flow rolling through me into him.
Pausing the kiss, Ever turns his head to look in the mirror next to us.
I do the same. Watching.
His hands move up my torso, palming a breast in each hand and squeezing.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he says to my reflection.
His warmth and the solid mass of the man are enough to overwhelm my senses, but when that voice joins in, it’s like adding gasoline to an open fire.
The roll of my hips has no choice but to become more pronounced. With anyone else I would feel vulnerable and exposed, shamelessly watching. But with him there’s no second-guessing. I feel safe. I feel desired.
His hands move back to my hips, but only briefly before sliding down to my ass, fingertips digging in. His hips are moving too. Breaths are loud, movement less fluid and more frenetic. Every pleasure receptor has been triggered, and my entire body is throbbing with need.
“God, I’m so close already,” I pant as I drop my heels to the ground to change the angle.
When my clit makes contact and the precursor of an orgasm sparks, I writhe against him, chasing friction that makes me see stars. I’ve never come during sex without touching myself, but it’s happening.
When his hand gathers my hair and tugs and his tongue circles my nipple, I let out a sound that’s somewhere between a curse and a scream.
The explosion is a mushroom cloud in my low belly that spreads heat through my torso and melts through my limbs. As the second shockwave hits, I press my face to his neck, and rather than screaming like I want to, I bite down into his trap muscle, unable to stop myself.
“Soph,” he grits out when he can’t hold back anymore. I’m in his grip, resting on his thighs, his ass rising from the chair to buck into me. My name chanted to coincide with each surge inside.
He stills as the final wave fades, and I’m utterly boneless in his embrace.
I kiss the spot where impressions of my teeth remain.
“Sorry, that was so quick. It’s never happened that fast,” I admit. “I think your cock might be magic.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Touching you, feeling you, fucking you…I assure you, I am not the one who possesses the magic.”
Looping my arms around his neck, I rest my forehead against his. “I feel like we should test the magic cock or magic cunt theory again to be sure.”
He hugs me to him as he stands, and I wrap my legs around him. “Over and over,” he says, as he lays me on the bed.
Inching my way up to the pillows, I get comfortable as he stands at the foot of the bed watching me.
