I lean toward her and chuckle against her throat, pressing a kiss to her rapid pulse. A hiss seeps from my chest as her hand wraps around my base, and I pull back to see her delicate fingers circling my flesh.
Fucking hell.
A shiver racks my body as she glides her hand up, rolling her thumb across the bead of precum gathering at the tip.
“Fuck. Lena. Oh, that’s perfect, baby.”
Her gaze dances between my face and her hand around me until I can’t stay away from her anymore and seal my mouth to hers. She moans into the kiss, our tongues tangling and clashing in desperation, and it’s almost enough to make me come all over her stomach.
“Fuck me. Right now,” she demands, abandoning my cock to tug my hips toward her. She brackets her thighs on either side of mine as I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her neck.
“I need to get a condom out of my wallet,” I tell her, sliding my tongue over her nipple.
“I have one in my purse,” she says, voice dazed.
“You were ready, huh?”
“A lady can never be too prepared,” she teases. “But …” Her voice fades out as I place my palm over her tiger tattoo.
“We don’t have to keep going, Lena. If this is all, it was more than I ever dreamed would happen.”
She meets my gaze, eyes clear and sure. “I want to keep going. But I don’t want a condom. I want to feelyou.” Her lips keep moving, but my heart is pounding in my ears, dulling out the sound of her voice. When I focus back in, she’s saying, “… skin to skin. I’m on birth control, and I was tested after my last partner. Everything was negative.”
My chest heaves as I lean toward her and press a kiss to her lips. “I haven’t been with anyone in … three years,” I admit.
Pushing my shoulders back, she studies me critically, a crease between her brows. “Three years?” she repeats in disbelief.
I pull my lips between my teeth and shrug, hoping she doesn’t ask more questions about why I haven’t been with anyone in so long.
Because here she is, the woman who fills all my fantasies, naked and perfect, leaning back on her hands, beautiful tits on display as she watchesmewith intense hunger in her eyes.
How could Ieverwant anyone else?
I want to fuck her right into this bed. I want her so full of me that she can’t remember any other person who’s ever made her come.
I want it to just beme.
“Well, we better make it worth waiting three years for,” she says, a coy smile on her lips.
My thumb swipes over her tattoo. “Baby, I’d wait forever for you.”
The words slip out before I can stop them, and Lena’s lips part as my admission floats in the space between us.
Damning. Revealing. Honest.
But I can’t seem to take them back, even though the tightness in my chest begs me to.
“Come here,” she whispers, a hand on my forearm as she falls back to the mattress.
As my weight settles over her, the tension in my body trickles away with her soft skin against mine, and I wish so badly that I could feel this peaceful all the time.
She reaches between us, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock. “You’re huge,” she whispers, gliding my crown over her clit.
It’s too much. I’m too sensitive.
My fingers clench the sheet tightly as she writhes and whimpers beneath me, sliding me over her bundle of nerves again.
I drag her mouth to mine and whisper against her lips. “You can take it, little menace. Now guide me in.”
