"Come to me," he said.
She chose to obey his order, her nerves sparking. Who knew it would be so exciting to let a man take charge? To trust him enough to submit to his command? With each step, her anxiety about the future abated as the warm approval in his eyes enveloped her. As she let herself sink into the certainty of the moment, the now that was everything. She stopped an inch away from his large, bare feet.
He untied the belt of his robe. The black silk parted, and she licked her lips at the sight of his cock. It was big, thick and heavy. So turgid that it curved upward, the broad crown brushing just below his navel. Her intimate muscles quivered as he gripped himself, his long fingers barely circling the girth.
"See how hard you make me? How badly I want to be inside you?"
His bluntness made her cheeks flame and her sex grow wetter.
"I want you inside me," she said.
His nostrils flared, and she saw his cock jerk in his fist. "Are you wet enough for me? I'm quite large at the moment, and I don't want to hurt your sweet little pussy."
Her breathing quickened as she realized what he was telling her to do. She loved this side of him—the challenging, wicked gleam that replaced his usual sensible gaze. With deliberate slowness, she brought her hand to her belly. She traced a path down the soft slope and saw how this made his cockhead bulge in his grasp. At her sex, she paused before running her middle finger through the damp curls.
"I'm wet," she said throatily, "drenched for you."
He watched her, his chest heaving, his hand stroking up and down his straining cock. "Just to be sure, I want you to touch yourself for me. Yes, sweetheart, just like that. You know just how to pet your pussy, don't you?"
She moaned as her fingers swirled against her own wet flesh, finding the lovely peak where her pleasure gathered.
"Have you done it before? Touched yourself thinking of me?"
"Yes," she sighed, "oh Ambrose, yes."
"Good. I want you to be pleasured, thinking of me." Removing a French letter from his robe, he sheathed himself slowly, letting her see the pleasure that awaited her. "When I frig myself, I think only of you—of how sweet and brave you are. How I die every time we fuck."
His words drove her over the edge. The orgasm hit her, her knees buckling. He caught her, pulling her astride him. Before she had time to regain her breath, she was spread across his hard thighs, his cockhead stretching her still quivering entrance.
Oh God. He was big. So hard.
"You're beautiful, inside and out." His eyes burned with a dark flame. "Say it, Marianne."
"I... I'm beautiful."
"You're worthy of happiness," he said sternly.
Her throat worked. "I am. I know I am."
"And you're mine."
A wistful breath left her. "Yours… for tonight."
He regarded her intently. Small lines fanned from his eyes.
"I love you," he said.
Shock and joy ricocheted inside her. Before she could react, he gripped her hips. He thrust upward at the same time that he pulled her down with ruthless force. She screamed with pleasure at the bold impalement.
"Ride me. Move on my cock, sweetheart," he ground out.
She obeyed. Her pussy rippled as she adjusted to his thickness. To the bliss pounding in her heart.I love you.A gift he'd given to her freely, no strings attached. How she yearned for the freedom to reciprocate. Her chest throbbing with emotion, she rose on her knees, then sank fully down upon his prick. He groaned as she took every inch of him, showing with her body what she could not give in words.
"Somehow I knew you'd like being on top." Though his voice was ragged, his lips quirked. "Lean forward, love... you'll like that even better."
Placing her palms on the divan's edge behind his shoulders, she rocked on him again, and she gasped as sparks showered through her sex. She repeated the motion, moaning as with each rise and fall his shaft rubbed against her pearl. His lips closed over a nipple, licking, sucking, and the sensations shot straight to her womb, adding to the clenching delight. She thought it couldn't get any better until suddenly his hips surged upward, his cock butting an exquisite spot.
Lights danced before her eyes. "Ambrose, my God—"
