Reluctance tugs at me, but I turn, and he hauls me up and rolls both of us so I’m pinned beneath him.
“Sorry,” he pants, pressing kisses on my cheeks, his face still slick with my juices. “But I’ve been wanting this for so long. I can’t come in your mouth the first time.”
“You can,” I encourage. “I swear you can.”
A quick smile cracks across his face, then disappears, and my heart stops. He’s stunning like this, dishevelled hair and wild eyes, slick skin and puffy lips. He looks mad with lust. Like I’ve stripped back every sense of gentlemanliness he’s been wearing and let loose a monster.
I fucking hope so. Because that monster’s going toruinme, and I can’t wait.
“I gotta come in you,” Davis grits out. “I know it sounds like bullshit, but I gotta come in you the first time, lookinginto your eyes. Is that good with you?”
“Very good. Yup. Do that. Now, please?”
He twists, keeping me pinned with his hips while his top half fumbles on the floor for his pants. Then he’s on his knees, and I whimper from the loss of his body heat.
He shoots me that wicked grin as he rolls the condom on, then falls back over me, holding himself up on his hands. “Put me in, sweetheart. Make me yours.”
I do, lifting one hip and reaching down to guide him into place. That first intrusion makes a happy sigh fall from my lips as he stretches me wide.
“Shit,” Davis groans, pressing his forehead against mine as he pushes deeper. It’s a steady invasion that lights me up until I feel like my joy will explode.
“You feel incredible, Cece.”
“So do you,” I moan, raising one hand to cup his cheek.
Our eyes meet, so close I could count the golden flecks if I wasn’t so focused on the sweet burn of his cock stretching me until his size and shape feel like they’re imprinted in my DNA. God, it’s been so long since I had sex, but it’s never been this good.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper. “You’re perfect.”
“You are,” he grunts, our hips finally kissing as he fills me to the brim. “You are.”
My heart is pounding so loudly I feel close to a medical emergency. Not that I care.
Davis groans, his dick jerking inside me. “I love you.”
My heart stills for a beat, then starts again, even faster. Warmth spreads from my chest, turning my insides bright as a mirrorball. I want to believe it so much. “Davis…”
“You don’t have to say it back,” he pants, resting his forehead on mine. “But it’s true. Hold on while I show you how much.”
He fucks me deep, tilting his hips until he finds the perfect spot. He drills it with unerring precision while he whispers over and over how pretty I am, how smart and kind, how good I feel squeezing around him. The brightness in me spins, circling round and round, I’m gaining speed and losing control all at once.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I beg as everything in me twists.
Something flickers in Davis’s expression. “You can, Cece.”
“It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.” He leverages himself on one hand and retreats until only the tip of his cock is inside me.
I whimper, digging my fingers into his back, trying to drag him down onto me again.
“Feel this?” His other hand settles on my sternum.
“Yes,” I whine, moving my hips, searching for friction as his lower body pins me to the mattress.
“Good, that’s your heart.” Davis takes my wrist and lifts my hand to his chest, placing my palm over his heart. “Feel this?”
It’s thumping so powerfully against my hand. It’sracing.
