He made a sound of pleasure that was so deep and intense it almost sounded like pain.
“Am I doing it right?”
“God, yes.”
“Show me.”
“I’m not sure I can.”
But he did. He showed her how to stroke him. How to find his rhythm. How to squeeze as she milked him.
And still it wasn’t enough.
She stopped. “Show me the rest, Thommy. I want to take you in my mouth.”
She’s a virgin. You can’t. Thom kept telling himself that over and over. But it wasn’t working. He wasn’t listening. All he could hear was the siren call of her mouth. The soft voice asking him if she could fulfill his most sinful fantasy.
It would take a far stronger man than he to resist that kind of offer.
So he told her—or showed her. He didn’t know which. But somehow he was on his back, she was sliding down his body, and her mouth was on his cock. Her soft pink lips were sliding inch by inch down the thick, long length of him, and he damned near shot out of his skin.
He came a little, and when she slid her tongue around to lick it up and made a sound of pleasure low in her throat, he knew he was in danger of letting go.
He held her head against him for one agonizing moment, committing to memory every wicked sensation, the heat, the dampness, the softness of her lips and tongue as she sucked, and then he pulled her off. “Stop.”
She looked up at him, shocked. “But I like—”
“And so do I—too much.”
She let out a startled gasp when he flipped her on her back, but a moment later she was gasping for another reason when he slid down between her legs, looped her legs over his shoulders, and pressed his mouth against all that honey sweetness.
She bucked at the contact and tried to protest, but he gave no quarter. Cupping her bottom, he lifted her to his hungry mouth.
She came at the first swipe of his tongue, and then he made her come some more. He rubbed and sucked, flicked until she was shaking, and then finally gave her the long, slow drag and pressure that sent her over the edge. When he was done, she was achingly warm and ready.
And so was he. He was on bloody fire and harder than he’d ever been in his life.
He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and positioned himself between her legs. He would give her one more chance. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
Her eyes were still soft with pleasure as they met his. “I have never been more certain of anything. I love you.”
His heart was damned near bursting. “And I love you.”
Slowly he started to enter her. Pushing gently, nudging with rhythmic circles of his hips. She was soft and warm and ready for him—and tight. Very, very tight. But he tried not to think about that as sweat dripped down the side of his forehead with the effort it was taking for him to go slow when all he wanted to do was go fast. When restraint had turned every muscle in his body to steel. When all he wanted to do was pump in and out of that tight, wet fist and—
She tensed. He stopped.
Her eyes went to his. “I’m not sure this is going to work.”
She looked so worried he tried not to laugh. But damn, she was sweet. He dropped a soft kiss on her mouth. “It’s already working, sweetheart. Your body just needs time to adjust to me.”
Clearly she didn’t believe him. “You’re too big!” she blurted, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.
He couldn’t help grinning at that, but he didn’t think she’d believe him if he told her she’d appreciate it later. “Trust me, El, it will be fine.” Suddenly he sobered. “It may hurt for a moment—you know that, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Does it hurt now?”
