“Fuck, Marley.” His gaze rakes over me with such hunger, such appreciation, that I feel heat bloom across my chest. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He kisses the hollow of my throat, the curve of my shoulder, tracing a path down to my collarbone. When he reaches the swell of my breasts, he looks up at me. I watch his pupils dilate. “Flawless,” he breathes, cupping me with both hands, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until I gasp. “Every fucking inch of you.”
His mouth follows his hands, kissing, sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch into him. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close, and when he looks up at me throughdark lashes, lips wrapped around my nipple, something hot and needy coils low in my belly.
“Nitro…” His name is barely coherent.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He kisses his way down my stomach, that soft, rounded stomach Derek made me hate, and I tense again. But Nitro presses his lips to my skin, adoringly slow. “So soft,” he murmurs between kisses. “So exquisite. Made to be held, to be touched, to be worshiped.”
His hands skim up my thighs, then slide under, easing one leg up. “Lift your leg for me.”
I do, and he slides it over his shoulder. The vulnerability should terrify me, but the way he’s looking at me, as if I’m a feast and he’s starving, makes me feel powerful instead.
“Christ.” He settles between my thighs, those broad shoulders pushing them wider, and the first brush of his beard against my sensitive skin makes me jolt. “You’re soaking wet already, aren’t you, baby?”
Heat floods my face. “I—”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You want me this bad?”
“Yes.” I gasp as his fingers trace through my wetness, teasing. “God,yes.”
“Good girl.” The praise, combined with the first slow circle around my clit makes my hips buck. “Because I’m going to take my time getting you ready for me. I’m a big guy, baby, and I need to make sure you can take it.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, and every coherent thought evaporates. His tongue works in slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between broad licks and focused attention on my clit. When he slides one thick finger inside me, I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets.
“That’s it,” he groans against me, the vibration sending shivers through my pussy. “Let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels.”
“So g-good,” I manage, breathless and shaking. “Nitro, please…”
He adds a second finger, stretching me, curling them just right while his tongue continues its assault. The pleasure builds and builds, tension coiling tighter in my belly, my thighs beginning to tremble on either side of his head.
“You’re close.” It’s not a question. He can feel it in the way I’m clenching around his fingers, in the increasingly desperate sounds falling from my lips. “Come for me, Marley. Let me feel you fall apart.”
He seals his lips around my clit and sucks, his fingers pumping faster, hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The tension snaps, pleasure crashing over me in waves so intense my back arches off the bed. Goose bumps pebble across my skin as my body breaks out in a hot flush.
“Shit, Nitro!” I cry out his name, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he works me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks roll through me.
“Stunning,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, my hipbones, then back up my stomach. “So fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I’m still floating, boneless and satisfied, when I feel him shift. His cock is somehow now even harder than it was before. He is so huge that it knocks the breath from me.
“Oh my God…” The words escape before I can stop them.
He pauses, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “You okay?”
I reach for him, running my hand down his chest. “You’re just… you weren’t kidding about being big.”
A slow, cocky grin spreads across his face. “I’ll fit, baby. I promise. You’re so wet for me already, and I’m gonna go slow.”
He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom with hands that I’m gratified to see are shaking slightly. This massive, confident man is trembling because of me. The realization sends another rush of heat through my already sensitive body.
I watch as he rolls it on, and then he hovers over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other guiding himself to my entrance. The height difference that seemed so awkward before becomes perfect now. He has to bend down to kiss me, and I have to rise to meet him, and somehow that push and pull, that give and take, feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs against my lips, and then he pushes forward, slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to his size.
The stretch is intense, almost too much, but not quite. He’s filling me completely, and I feel every thick inch as he sinks deeper.
“Jesus Christ,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders, and he pauses.
