I let my hands trace his pectoral muscles, his back muscles, his ass, and his biceps. Every inch of him feels like sculpted marble. There are a few scars, including a big one on his hip, but other than those battle wounds from his accident, his skin shows zero flaws. I’d admit I’m jealous of that, but I'm too busy kissing him.
Eventually, he lets me slide down his body, and he steps back like he’s afraid he can’t trust himself with me.
“What?” I ask as I watch him take in my whole body with his heated gaze. I’m not sure what he sees. When I look in the mirror, I see stretch marks, scars from various accidents playing outside as a kid, breasts that aren’t perfect, hips that are too round, and a little pudge around my waist instead of abdominal muscles like his.
“I’m just deciding which part of you I want to worship first,” he muses before dropping to his knees. He plants a kiss on my belly. I know what he wants to do, but there’s no way that is logistically happening. He’s too big and I’m too short.
He growls, and I laugh. “Come on, rinse off, and we can go to bed,” I insist as I walk under the water and grab my shampoo bottle. He removes it from my hand and puts some on his palm before rubbing his hands together, standing, and slowly working it into my scalp. My eyes close as he washes my hair.
He helps me rinse and then puts in conditioner before he washes his hair. I’m too short to reach it. After rinsing the conditioner out, we lather each other with soap.
I trace each inch of him, memorizing flesh that only I get to see, and something about that makes me feel possessive over him. And with that thought, I lean down and lick each one of the muscles on his abdomen.
He groans, his fingers weaving through my hair. And then I’m face-to-face with the part of him that I’ve been so curious about. My tongue darts out and licks the top. It bobs as he sucks in a breath.
“Fuck, princessa,” he growls, his fingers tightening around my head.
I lick him from his base to the tip and am rewarded with another groan and tightening of his fingers. I try to take him in my mouth, but only get about two-thirds of him in there. I gag a little, and he pulls me off him.
“My turn,” he says as he pushes us under the water to rinse our bodies before he abruptly turns off the water. He yanks our towels off the hooks on the wall, and we dry quickly. I don’t even finish because he pulls the towel from my hand and grabs my hips and ass, pulling me up his body. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into his room.
He gently sets me down on the soft comforter and pushes me down, so I’m lying flat with my legs dangling off the side of the bed.
He starts to lean down and then shakes his head with a growl. He crawls up onto the bed next to me. Picking me up as if I weigh nothing, he pulls me over him. Eventually, I have no option but to straddle his head as he manipulates my body with just his hands.
“Hutch, what are you…” The last word of my question dies on my lips as I feel his tongue separate my wet folds and dive inside me. His beard scratches my sensitive skin and lights my body on fire. I tremble over top of him as he licks and sucks and fucks me with his mouth in ways I never thought was possible. Holy hell, this is what my friends are talking about. My past boyfriends acted like there was something wrong with me when I didn’t come after they licked down there one time. I think it can’t get any better until his hand moves from where it was holding my ass, pressing me into his face.
His long, thick fingers dip between my ass cheeks, past a hole no one has ever touched, and straight inside me. He starts with one, but soon one finger becomes two and two becomes three while his hot mouth sucks on my clit. But when his tongue joins his fingers, I start to see stars.
His fingers curl, seeking something, probing in a way that has my toes curling, and then he finds it, the elusive spot inside me that no man has ever found.
With his nose hitting my clit, and his tongue and fingers penetrating me, I scream so loudly that I’m pretty sure I might have woken Ava. My body doesn’t just convulse in an orgasm; it transcends into a parallel universe, the likes of which I have never known.
“I need inside you,” he murmurs against my drenched folds as he laps at my release.
“Yes,” I pant.
“I…small problem…no condom,” he manages as if his brain in his head just turned on and needs a minute to warm up before it can process.
I lick my lips. “You said you haven’t had sex in like six months? Right?” I ask.
He nods, and his nose grazes my oversensitive clit, and I moan.
“We don’t need one,” I say. “I got an IUD put in when I was in college.”
He pulls me down his body until I’m sitting just below his erection. He sits up and struggles to pull us back so he can rest against the headboard.
His beard glistens, wet from me, and I lean and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as I scoot up to grind against him.
“Are you sure?” he says quietly against my mouth.
I nod. “Yes. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life. Please, Hutch.”
I am so needy right now, I’m pretty sure I’d start begging soon if he didn’t agree to this. I take his erection in my hand, and the realization of our size difference starts to hit me suddenly.
I gulp. I can do this. If a human can come out of that hole, Hutch will fit…I think.
I position myself over him and sink down a little. His tip spreads me open, but it doesn’t hurt…until he’s about two inches inside me. Then I feel the burn.
