I watched, floating along in post orgasmic bliss, as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down, freeing his dick. My eyes widened. He was by far the biggest lover I’d had. I pushed up onto my elbows, watching as he rolled the condom over himself.
It didn’t matter to me that he was fully clothed while I was sprawled over the table with just my skirt around my waist. In fact, that was kind of sexy.
He looked up at me, caught me watching him, then narrowed his eyes. “Are you a virgin?”
The snort caught us both by surprise and I blushed at the sound I’d made, then said, “No. I’ve had sex before.”
“Just checking how gentle I need to be,” he told me with a smirk.
I wanted to tell him not to bother, but that was probably too soon. He didn’t need to know yet that I liked it a bit rough in bed.A bit of hair pulling, spanking, the works. I’d let him know for next time.
His hands returned to my hips and he positioned himself. His blue eyes were still watching me, and when he pushed inside, his lids lowered to half-mast.
“Fucking hell,” he growled, his voice tight.
I was full. So full. Stretched. And I loved every second of it.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed, reaching up and putting my hands on his biceps, trying to pull him closer. “Give me more.”
“You want more?” he teased.
“Yes,” I begged, because while this was amazing, there was a part of me that knew it could be better if he’d just move.
“Anything you want, Baby Girl,” he groaned, then gave me what I was asking for.
He began to pump in and out of me, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing me to get used to his size. I dug my nails into his biceps and moaned, “Yes. You feel so good.”
He grinned down at me. “Where did this little wildcat come from?”
Just because I was quiet and a bit shy outside of bed didn’t mean I was a prude, though most people assumed that was exactly what it meant.
He moved his hips, grinding against me.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “Do that again.”
His lips tilted up, and he did, again and again. He was hitting the spot inside me that made my eyes nearly cross and the pleasure begin to build. “Mmmph, you’re so damn tight, Baby Girl.”
“I’m so close,” I moaned, arching my hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Come,” he demanded, his breathing heavy.
The command did it. It was as though my body was waiting for it. My muscles tightened, then everything detonated. White spots danced in front of my eyes and my entire body shook with the force of the pleasure coursing through me.
Pyre let out a string of curses as he slammed into me and came. He didn’t pull out right away. He leaned over me, his forehead pressed to mine as we both tried to catch our breath.
“That was…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
“Fan-fucking-tastic?”
I laughed, then nodded.
“Yeah, Baby Girl, it was. Hang on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. It didn’t take long until we were lying on my bed, curled up together and my eyes were getting heavy. “We didn’t finish dinner.”
“Let’s take a nap then we’ll go eat,” he said into my ear. His voice was all deep and rumbly and soothing. He was holding me close to his chest, arms wrapped around me from behind.
