Her eyes widen and she reaches for the button on my jeans. But I’m so hard, I’m afraid lowering the zipper could kill me. “Let me.”
She watches as I get to my feet and work the tight denim over my erection. The black briefs don’t hide the outline of the heavy gauge ring piercing the head of my dick.
“Show me,” she whispers.
I shouldn’t be nervous. But it’s been five years since I’ve been with anyone. Longer since I had more than a one-night stand with a woman I picked up in a bar.
The briefs land next to my jeans. I’m so hard, I’m leaking. Lisette’s gaze is pinned to my piercing.
“The ring should feel…like…morewhen we…” I say, taking a single step closer. “But…if you don’t like it, I can take it out.”
In truth, removing the damn thing as aroused as I am right now would be excruciating. But I’d do it for her.
“I…have no idea what I like,” she says. “There has been no one since…”
Fuck me.
“We’ll figure it out. Together. And if you need to stop—at any time—all you have to do is say the word.”
At her nod, I crawl up the bed, positioning myself between her legs and easing her onto her back. Her dark curls glisten with need. My lips blaze a trail from her knee up one thigh, then down the other, avoiding the one place I’m desperate to be.
Our eyes lock as I feather a kiss to her mound. Her eyelids flutter. Hips shifting closer, she tightens her fingers in the duvet.
I press my lips closer to her clit, and she whimpers, “Please.”
Gently, I part her lower lips. My tongue traces a lazy path through her arousal. She’s so sweet, so very wet. I need more. Flicking her tight nub, I’m rewarded with a sharp gasp.
“I could live on the taste of you,” I murmur against her folds. One stroke, two, three until I find a steady rhythm. She writhes under me, and I wrap my arms under her thighs to hold her still.
Her little moans are the melody I’ll carry with me for the rest of my days. I memorize every sound, every sensation, every moment I have with this woman who means more to me than I ever thought possible.
I pick up the pace. She quiets, her muscles vibrating. She’s wound so tight, she’s about to snap. “Oh…God…Nomar!”
Her release is like a summer storm, flooding me with her essence, sending shockwaves all through her.
I flutter my tongue gently one last time, then ease back until I can slide up her body. Tears glisten on her cheeks, and she turns into my embrace.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Lisette shifts closer, and my dick aches. I want to bury myself deep in her slick heat, but I need to know she’s okay. That she’s ready. That I won’t hurt her.
Pressing kisses to her hair, I draw the duvet up to cover her against the slight chill in the room. If this is all we have tonight—if this is all we have forever—it’ll be enough. It has to be enough.
* * *
Lisette
Never in my life did I think it could be like this. My core still trembles, and I nestle deeper into Nomar’s embrace.
I still cannot believe he’s here. In my bed. Naked.
Pierced.
My arms and legs are so heavy. I could sleep for a week if not for this emptiness inside of me only he can fill.
“Kiss me,” I say, tipping my head up to find his eyes. He’ll taste of me, and my heart beats faster at the thought.
His hand cups my cheek. The pads of his fingers are rough against my skin. His lips are gentle. Slow, languid kisses that leave me wanting more.
