Then, ever so slowly, I watched as he let his own pants drop, then his boxers.
Oh, hell. His cock, hard and long, sprang free, and I dug my hands into the bed before I lurched for him like a woman starved.
He settled between my legs. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers trailing down my collarbone to the swell of my breasts. “So fucking beautiful.”
His fingers traced the edge of my bra, dipping just beneath the fabric, and I squirmed beneath him, wanting more.
“Please, Arko, let’s not waste time,” I said breathlessly, arching off the bed to reach for his neck and pull him down, but he held himself up, grabbing my wrists and shoving me back against the bed, my hands now crippled under his hold.
I stared up at him, writhing with pleasure, as he let go and reached a hand behind me for the hooks of my bra. Once undone, he slid the bra off, leaving me naked but for my panties.
“Time’s all we’ve got, Bea.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear.
Then he sat back up, staring at me. I’d never been this naked with a man before. His gaze raked over me, over the hardening of my nipples, the swells of my breasts, and I resisted the urge to cover myself.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he said, “that I’d be a fool not to cherish every second.”
I blushed, felt the heat spread through me. He slid his hands down my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and then…parted.
I gasped when I felt his finger slide across my entrance, settle on my clit. He circled, once, twice, thrice, until I felt myself wet and swell. Then, he slid a finger inside me, ever so slowly, inch by fucking inch.
I gasped, lurching off the bed, wincing at this beautiful pain.
He stopped and frowned. “You’re tight.”
“Oh.” I fell back down on the bed, trying not to look mortified. “About that…”
A look of understanding crossed his face, then shock. He pulled back, shaking his head. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
I bit into my lower lip, shaking my head. “No. I haven’t.”
“We can stop,” he said. “If you’re not ready—”
“Don’t,” I said, reaching for him. “Please don’t stop.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, but I could see the strain on his face, the effort it took to pull back.
I sat up, pressing my naked chest against his. “I know what I’m asking for. Please, Arko. Don’t make this decision for me.”
His hands came up to frame my face. “Are you sure? Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his. “I want it to be you.”
Something shifted in his eyes, a tenderness I had rarely seen. “Then we’ll go slow,” he said. “And if at any point you want to stop, you tell me. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
He kissed me again, gentle this time, almost reverent. He gently pushed me back down against the bed and laid small, soft kisses along the nape of my neck, one hand still sliding up and down my pussy, feeling for me to be wetter.
He dipped lower, until his lips were trailing patterns across my breasts. His tongue circled a nipple just as his hand came up to cup my other breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple there. Pleasure shot through me, pooling low in my belly and between my thighs.
I moaned and arched, needing more.
Just then, he found me wet and ready.
“You just relax,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”
One finger slipped inside me, and I tensed for just a second. He stopped right there, letting me feel him inside me, giving me time to adjust before he drove deeper, stretching me out.
