“I’m so sorry for assuming that you had done this. And that you even wanted to do it here, tonight. With m?—”
He kisses me, sliding his hands into my hair and drawing me close. His lips are hungrier, as though freed by the truth he didn’t know how to speak.
When he pulls back, he says, “I want you, Helena. I want to do everything your mind can conjure. Don’t you ever think otherwise. It’s just that I want it to be a wonderful experience for you, and I’m worried I just don’t know how to make it wonderful.”
I press my fist to my heart, feeling it squeeze. “This will beyourfirst time, and you’re worried aboutme?”
A blush spreads over his cheeks. “Of course, I am. I’ve donethings. But I’ve never donethething. I want to please you. I want to hear and see and feel your pleasure.”
I kiss him, long and slow, tangling my hands in his soft, wet hair until we’re both panting. “I can show you how,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “But first, perhaps I should pleaseyou. If you’d like that.”
A soft smile curves his lips, reaching his sparkling eyes. “Iwouldlike that. Very much.”
To direct the situation, I slip my hand down his body, his skin already warming. Thankfully, this time, he flinches, but he doesn’t stop me.
I reach the trail of soft hair below his navel, then my fingertips graze the base of his cock. A small gasp leaves me as I trail my fingertips up, up,uphis length, and I have to glance down.
Rhonin clears his throat. “That’s another thing. Mymanly bitsare not like all the others.”
Sweetgods. Rhonin’s cock is enormous. Beautifully made, so engorged it looks painful, and perfectly, wonderfully, deliciouslyhuge, much like the rest of him. I take a deep breath, realizing that I stopped breathing for a few moments.
“No one has ever…” I can’t even finish my words because my mouth is so godsdamn dry, as though I’ve been cock-starved until this very moment.
“It’s been touched,” he says, his voice soft. “Mostly by me. And it’s been sucked a few times, until I came. But that’s all.”
A shiver chases down my spine, not from the cold, but at hearing his honest words, the way they sound when spoken with that deep, gentle voice. I should be jealous. Of all things, I, Helena Owyn, am jealous of anyone touching Rhonin Shawcross except for me. But for some reason, right now, picturing what he just described makes me feel like he has the power to completely unravel me with a few simple utterances.
He leans close, eyes searching mine. “We don’t have to do anything. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My hand trembles a little as I close my fingers around his thick shaft. If any other man said that to me, I would probably roll my eyes. But tonight, I nod in understanding. This is why he’d pulled away from me earlier. So I wouldn’t feel his size.
“We’ll take it slowly,” I whisper, stroking that velvety skin, feeling it slide up and down that promising stiffness beneath. “I never minded a little pain.”
His cock twitches in my hand—once, twice—and he utters my name like a plea. As though he can’t hold back, he begins shallow thrusts into my grip, even as he pushes my hair behind my ear and stares into my eyes, his gaze glassed over with lust. I glance down again, that throbbing tip beckoning me.
Unable to resist, I drop to my knees. A rush of cold air meets the heat radiating from the fire, causing chills to rise across my fire-warmed skin.
Rhonin sucks in a breath, all but hissing in surprise. “Helena.”
I look at him, wanting this, needing this, as I trail my hands up his long, powerful thighs.
Gripping him at the base, I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock, eliciting a groan that sets every part of me on fire. I’ll never take him fully like this, so I begin swirling my tongue around his tip as I stroke him with a tight grasp. Again, he slides his hands into my hair, fisting them but then releasing me, ever gentle.
I meet his eyes. “You won’t hurt me.” I flick my tongue back and forth inside the wet slit at his tip, tasting saltiness there. “Fuck me like this. I like it.”
A flicker of shock blinks over his face as he connects what I said to what he’s supposed to do. It’s almost as though fucking goes against his very nature, but gods’ stars, he begins to move his hips.
I can feel him holding back, though, his thrusts far shallower now than before when he was moving in my hand. To encourage him, I take him as deeply as I can and slide my hands up the backs of his thighs, urging him toward me. Harder. Faster.
He reaches down and runs his thumb across my top lip watching closely as I suck him. “Fuck, Helena. This is…” He gasps. “So good.”
I keep urging him, running my hands up and down his legs, over his ass, tilting my head so I can take more of him into my throat. Some dark part of me is thriving off this, feeling his control splinter one thin shard at a time, knowing that I will be the one who breaks away that innocent veneer and finds the insatiable lover beneath. I already know he’s there. I just have to set him free.
Boldly, I slip one hand between my legs and moan around his cock the second I touch myself. He shudders, breathing hard as I meet his gaze, my fingers working my clit.
“Are you…” He swallows, and the knot in his throat moves. “Are you touching yourself?”
I nod as best I can, moaning again, and when I do, when vibration and realization rock through him, I finally get what I want.
