I gaze up at him, the power radiating off of his body is hot and thick, penetrating the air around us, but instead of being intimidated or afraid, I seek refuge in it.
Crave it.
This man. This powerful, beautiful man would never hurt me. I knew that the moment I met him. The moment that I looked into his soulful eyes. The moment he grabbed my hand and refused to let go.
The rustle of fabric fills the room as he rids me of my dress and my bra before laying me back down. His mouth finds my chest once more, the center of my breast, moving down.
Down.
Until he’s found my bare calf. He kisses the skin there but I feel it everywhere.
Between my legs.
At my very core.
Branding himself across my heart.
Burrowing his essence into my soul.
His lips move upward, toward the side of my knee. Each kiss singing the edges of my self-control. Every action is measured and fluid as if he’s done this very thing a million times before.
As if my body answers only to him.
Then his mouth hovers right above my panties, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You smell so good. I could spend hours worshiping this body,” he says, dragging his hand up the outside of my thigh to splay across my hip. Lowering his head, his tongue darts out, dragging it right along the seam, driving me to the edge of insanity.
Finally, he does what I long for him to do. Curling his fingers around my panties, he pulls them down then wads the scrap of fabric in his hands and brings it to his nose before winking at me and tucking them in his back pocket. My heart pounds wildly against my chest, the erotic act setting off fireworks in my blood.
Then he slowly spreads me wide, placing his hands on my inner thighs to hold me open as his mouth covers me, his tongue dipping low to collect the very last of my inhibitions. My hands find purchase in his hair, fingers digging into his scalp in an effort to anchor myself, but it is no use, he sends me catapulting across the dark sky in a display of brilliant, fiery light. The universe no longer exists.
Only us.
This perfect moment.
Dropping tiny kisses to my trembling thighs, he shifts to stand up and pulls his wallet from his back pocket, placing it on the bedside table. Then he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them off along with his underwear. His eyes stay locked on mine as he retrieves something from his wallet but I dare not look away to find out what it is. I don’t want anything to steal this moment.
The only light in the room is the faint bedside lamp but it’s enough to define every angle and ridge, putting his raw beauty on full display. He’s breathtaking, muscles cording and constricting as he strokes himself, holding my gaze. I’ve never felt more beautiful, more desired than I do right now.
Situating himself between my parted thighs, he rips the foil wrapper with his teeth, rolling on a condom.
I can tell by the strain on his face and the flex of his jaw, that he is struggling to maintain control. If he feels anything like I do, he is about ready to climb the walls. The release helped but the ache is still there, burning with voracious need.
Leaning down, he nestles himself between my open legs and I tense.
“You okay?”
I nod, biting my lip as tears spring to my eyes. I know he will take care of me but I’m still so nervous. He kisses my face. Both of my cheeks, my chin, my nose before looking deep into my eyes.
“It’ll hurt at first, but I promise I’m going to make you feel good.”
He nestles his arms next to my head, lowering his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly.
Tenderly.
His reverent lips worshiping mine, he reaches between us to center himself. I spread my legs wider, anxious and ready to welcome him inside of my body. The large head nudges my opening and I suck in a deep breath to prepare myself. Justin’s hands cradle my head in his palms, his mouth feathering mine as he pushes inside one painful inch at a time. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It is bearable. I have felt far worse pain than this. My body fights to adjust to the size of him, stretching and filling me in ways I never knew possible.
“So fucking tight,” he whispers upon my lips as he pumps his hips slowly.
The pain slowly ebbs, transforming into something else. Something far more beautiful. The dull ache is still there but it is mixed with something pure and divine. Something that cannot be defined. My body relaxes as I lift my hips to meet his, synchronizing our movements.
