I shook, tightening my stomach. “So close.”
“Open your eyes, Grace. I want to see your eyes when you come.” I obeyed and watched his slack jaw. He added another finger on my clit and within a minute of a perfected rhythm, an orgasm so strong, so powerful, so everything slammed through me. I cried his name over and over. His eyes burning with need. I rocked against his fingers until it stopped. “Jesus. Christ. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I laughed, feeling drunk on him. “I doubt that.”
He flicked my nipple, and his eyes hardened. “You moaning my name over and over as your pussy comes all around my hand,yeah. Hottest thing ever.”
I gulped. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” He put his fingers into his mouth, and I gasped. “You taste so sweet.”
“Wh-what… why did you do that?” I flushed. It was so crude. So dirty.
“Grace. I’m going to taste every inch of you tonight. Don’t get shy on me.” His eyes told me the truth. He meant every word.
I bit my lip, nervous and satisfied and curious. “Okay.”
“Good answer.” He stood up and took off the rest of his clothes. His cock sprung from tight boxer shorts, and I panted. He. Was. Huge. “Don’t worry. We’ll go slow, okay?”
“How are you sure?” I gulped, eyeing the length of him. I reached out to touch him, but he turned away. “I want to touch you.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He positioned himself on top of me and kissed me so tenderly my eyes stung. “I want to spend all night showing you how much I love you. But this first time is going to be quick. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Okay.” I giggled and moaned when his fingers began playing with my folds again. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting you ready. You’re so tight.” He lowered himself down my body, biting my stomach with little kisses. When he reached my center, I tensed. I had never had a guy go down on me before and nerves took over. He read me like a book, stopping and gazing tenderly at me. “What’s going on in your pretty head?”
“Uh, well. I’ve never,” I stopped and gathered a little courage. “This is new.” I closed my eyes and prayed he left it alone. But he didn’t. Of course not. He remained between my legs but waited until I opened my eyes. “What, Brock?”
“Are you a virgin?” His tone held no judgement or assumptions. Straightforward and kind.
“No.” I hated this conversation. Hated it. “I’ve been with one person, once. Years ago.”
He stilled. His cheek twitched and jaw tensed.
I had no time to respond before he licked me. Licked me back to front, his long tongue sending shivers down my body. His scruff chaffed my inner thighs, but the sensation made it better. He sucked. He twirled and bit down on my clit. I jumped into the air, but his hand on my stomach pushed me down. “Brock, oh my God!”
“You taste like heaven.” He hummed, the vibration making me buck against his mouth.
He added his fingers again. Stretching me, thrusting into me. So many sensations and feelings hit me, I cried when an orgasm burst through me. He licked up every last drop and grinned proudly at me minutes later. “Best day ever.”
“You could say that again.” I wiped a tear away. “Holy shit.”
“Grace,” he licked his lips and joined me on the bed. “I love you. I love your body. Your tastes. Your sounds. I can’t wait to learn everything about you. Where you like to be licked, touched, caressed, anything. Don’t feel embarrassed.”
“Well, shit.” My eyes stung again. “When you say things like that, I shiver.”
“Ilovethat I’m the only person who gets to do this to you. Fucking love it,” he growled into my neck and put a condom with quick, awkward movements. “I’m going to go in slow. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
I nodded.
He stared down at me, waiting for me to nod, before he slid inside of me. “I’m not going to last two minutes.”
It took a few strokes before I moaned, and when I did, he kissed me. He slid in and out, letting me get used to his size, all while finding different places to kiss me. He made love like he did everything else in his life—passionately and without holding anything back. Sweat pooled between our chests. I made sure to not hurt his injured arm when I held onto him tighter. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life, having his weight on me and him inside of me, filling me and pleasuring me like we had all the time in the world.
Which, we did.
He lifted my hips to provide a better angle, and a burning sensation started at my core and spread through me like electricity as another orgasm shattered me. I bucked and cried out his name, but he just held on tighter and quickened the pace. His back muscles got tight, and his voice went deeper when he spasmed, finally releasing himself into me.
