I haven’t looked at his lap since he took off his jeans, but I know what’s there.
It’s obvious that he’s a big man in every way.
I know that from his confession about the size of his condoms, but I see it myself.
Resting back on my heels, I trail my fingers over his stomach. “Your body is perfect.”
Patting a hand to the center of his chest, he shakes his head. “It’s not. It’s mine though, so I make the best with what I have.”
Desire pools inside of me. What he has is exactly what I want.
I should slide my body over his and let him take me. I know he can make me feel things I haven’t before. That’s already happening, and we’re not even fully undressed yet.
Tracing my hand over his chest, I move it to his chin. “Have you always had a beard?”
His hand lands on mine. “Do you like it?”
Nodding, I smile. “I do, but I wonder what you look like without it.”
“Like a stranger,” he admits on a sigh. “Like someone I don’t recognize.”
I feel that way sometimes when I look in the mirror. I don’t know who my dad is. I imagine he looks like me since I look nothing like my mom. Sometimes my reflection reminds me that I’ll never know everything I want to know about myself.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks with a tilt of his head. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
Taking a leap of faith is the only way I’ll get to experience more with this man.
When I swing one leg over him, he growls out a sound that shoots straight to my core. His hands find my waist. Holding tightly, he adjusts me in his lap.
I settle on him, with his thick cock pressed against me, and my hands tangled in his hair.
“Kiss me,” I whisper against his lips.
His lips part, his tongue darts over his bottom lip, and he tugs me closer until our mouths meet in a fierce, frenzied kiss.
I rub myself against him.He’s thick and wide. He may be shrouded in his boxer briefs, but there’s no question that he’s as aroused as I am.
Mewling, I lick my tongue over his bottom lip.
“Jesus, lilac.” His voice escapes in a groan. “I want you.”
I want him too. Desperately and madly. I want to come.
I grind myself into him, not caring that a barrier separates his cock from my pussy.
“Keep. Doing. That,” he spits out each word harshly.
I throw my head back as my body heats from the inside out. I got myself off this morning in the shower when I thought about him, but it wasn’t like this.
Nothing has been like this before.
He inches his hips up, carving small circles for me to ride on.
I take it all, shifting so my clit is resting against him. My hands slide down to his shoulders. I leverage myself as I chase an orgasm. My first orgasm with him.
“Fuck.” His eyes widen. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Say yes. Fucking say yes.”
“Yes,” I almost scream.
