“I haven’t changed my mind,” she says. “It’s just… I knew you had a lot of muscles. But looking at you… Wow.”
I swear, I feel my chest puffing up. “I work out,” I say. “Nothing like when I was a Marine. But four or five days a week.”
An appreciative smile curves her lips. “Well. It pays off.”
I climb onto the bed, bracing myself above Vienna. Then I let my gaze drift across her body as I memorize every inch of it. “I’m going to take the rest off,” I tell her. “I want to see all of you, too.”
“Okay.” Pink spreads across her chest. As I unhook the front clasp of her bra, her stomach quivers. She sucks in a breath.
Once the bra is gone, tossed carelessly to the side, I take one nipple in my mouth while using my fingers to play with the other. Then I begin kissing my way down to Vienna’s belly, kissing the little freckles I find scattered across it.
Next to go are her panties—damp and dark with need. With them gone, I spread her legs and put my mouth between them, stroking her sensitive skin with my tongue and, when she feels ready, working my fingers deep inside her.
She’s tight and hot and so damn perfect, it’s hard to believe this is real.
My desire for her is insatiable.
When her hips are jerking and I can tell she’s close to coming, I flatten one hand across Vienna’s belly to hold her still. She makes this unbearably sexy sound—half moan, half whimper—and her inner muscles convulse around me.
“Caleb,” she gasps. “Oh. It’s so… But… I need…”
I lift my head to meet her gaze. “What, V? Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes are nearly black with desire. “You inside me. I feel so empty without you.”
Ah, fuck.
I could come just from hearing her say that.
But first, I reach over to the nightstand and rummage in the drawer for one of the condoms I bought the other day in hopeful anticipation.
Not that I was expecting. But a guy can hope, can’t he?
Then I quickly roll the condom on and move over Vienna’s body so my dick prods at her center. She’s beautifully pink and wet and ready for me, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to fill her in one hard thrust.
I wouldn’t, though. I’d do anything rather than hurt her.
Instead, I slide into her slowly. Carefully. Stretching her inch by perfect inch. I use my fingers to make sure she’s primed for me, making sure she’s completely ready before sinking deep.
And oh,shit, is it amazing. Feeling Vienna wrappedaround me, hearing the soft, sexy sounds she’s making, looking in her lust-glazed eyes…
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything as perfect as this.
When we’re completely joined, that’s when I start moving.
No. It’s not just me. It’s us. Because Vienna isn’t a passive observer in this. She meets each thrust with her own, allowing her body to crash into mine.
Our rhythm becomes desperate. Uncoordinated. Instinct takes over everything.
Still, there’s a sliver of rational thought that keeps me from coming before she does.
When I can tell Vienna’s close, I take her legs and drape them over my shoulders, so I can drive even deeper inside her. I lean over so I can kiss her, capturing her moans with my mouth.
And only when she comes do I allow myself to let go, flying into space along with her.
Bright lights splash across my vision as I come, pulsing hard. Rolling over, I take her along with me so I don’t crush her. Then I hold Vienna close while the aftershocks ripple through us.
When I feel Vienna shiver, I roll her back over, climb off the bed, and cover her carefully with the blanket. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her. “I just have to get cleaned up. Don’t go anywhere.”
