The girls are nothing special. Not too big but not too small. Nothing to write home about but still something to play with. But hearing Zep’s approval makes the skin on my chest flush, the heat creeping up to my face.
I need more. So much more. I reach out to slide his leather off his shoulders, hoping this isn’t breaking some kind of biker code. It’s not a flag, but I don’t want to ruin the moment if it’s a sign of disrespect to let it touch the floor.
It must not be because he doesn’t stop it. In fact, he helps me by ripping his shirt over his head to showcase his extremely muscular, extremely toned torso. With one nipple ring.
He presses his body against mine, his lips on mine again, and he feels good. Hard. Masculine.
“Zep,” I say. “I don’t want to ruin things, but I really need us to move faster.”
“Faster?” Zep asks, pulling back and quirking his eyebrow.
I’ve never imagined myself with a man like Zeppelin before I met him, and now all I want to know is what it’s like. “I’ve been aching since you left last night. I’m all for slow and sensual, but can we do that after you show me what you’re really good at?”
A glint of insecurity flashes in his eyes. “You weren’t satisfied?”
“In the moment, yes. But I need more. I need all of you.”
Picking me up, he carries me bridal style up the stairs, and when I see his bed—freshly made—I want to cry. Finally.
He lays me down and helps me out of my jeans, and I kick myself for not wearing something easier to take off and which doesn’t require shimmying to get out of. My panties come next, followed by his jeans.
No boxers.
My eyes widen as he reaches for the nightstand to grab a condom. I felt him last night, so I thought I had a good idea of what I was getting.
I was wrong.
“Everything okay?” Zep asks, sliding the condom on while he smirks knowingly at me.
“I suspect you hear this a lot, but you’re huge.”
“Scared?”
Shaking my head, I bite my lower lip. “Excited.”
His lips crash onto mine, and our tongues tangle as he joins me on the bed. God, he has a strong tongue, and the ache between my legs turns into a burning throb as I imagine how great it would feel below my waist. How quickly he could make me come.
He reaches between my legs to feel me, no doubt to test how ready I am, and he lets out a growl. “You’re ready.”
“I’m about to combust,” I correct.
Moving between my legs, he spreads them wider before placing his head at my entrance. I can’t help but watch as he slowly enters me, each inch filling and stretching me, making me hiss with unexpected pleasure.
I knew he’d feel good, but this is beyond that. “You okay?”
“I’m great,” I say with a giggle.
“Is this how you imagined I’d feel inside you?” he asks, his hips moving slow and deliberately.
“Better. Much better.”
“Same, baby.”
Reaching up, I cup his face and look him dead in the eyes. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I really,reallyneed you to fuck me right now, Zep. Hard. Fast. Please.”
He bites his lip, and he smiles as he lowers his chest to mine, his left hand bracing himself beside my head while his right squeezes my breast. He twists my nipple and tugs as he begins hammering into me.
I hate begging. It’s borderline degrading, but he already saw my desperation last night. The anguish I was in. And showing up fifteen minutes after Bernie left because I needed him more than oxygen and being unable to wait until the evening should tell him I’m in an even worse situation than last night.
