I nod, then squeeze my eyes shut and move my hips. My orgasm is so close, and while he’s touching me, I can forget about how embarrassing this conversation is. It went a lot more smoothly in my head. “Yes. I want you to have me in every possible way.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
My cheeks flush hot. “No. Have you?” I silently pray he tells me he hasn’t while hoping he has.
“No.”
I grin like a lunatic. “We’re both virgins, then.”
He chuckles, a deep, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I guess so.” He looks away toward the darkened computer that rests on his organized desk. If he is thinking about work, I will use the sheets to strangle him.
“What’s wron?—”
His skilled fingers resume their work between my thighs. “Are you certain this is what you want?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
My insides melt. “Yes, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispers, his eyes nearly black.
Slowly, Wilder withdraws his fingers from my core. I whimper at the loss. But then, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my trembling thighs. I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts.
Wilder tugs his shirt over his head. I lick my lips as I watch the ripple of his toned abs. He unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans down his thighs. Once he’s naked before me, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth, admiring every bewitching inch of him. Gods, he’s so fucking gorgeous, and all mine.
He kneels on the bed, lowering himself beside me. His lips capture mine in a commanding kiss as his fingers find their way back to my dripping center. He plunges them deep inside me, smearing my wetness everywhere. I come undone within seconds, but he doesn’t stop his delicious torture. He gathers my essence, spreading it lower and lower. I tense up, but his tender kisses and gentle caresses remind me that this is all about pleasure and trust.
Wilder’s finger grazes my tight rear entrance, and I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. He kisses me gently. “It’s okay, baby. I’m just preparing you,” he murmurs. Reaching for a bottle in the bedside drawer, he squirts a generous amount of clear liquid into his hand, warming it between his palms before applying it to my sensitive flesh and his throbbing length, where a pearl ofprecum glistens at the tip. My breath comes in short, excited spurts.
“Ready?” Wilder asks, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I manage, parting my legs invitingly.
Wilder settles between them, his body flush against mine. He kisses me deeply as he positions his blunt head against my virgin entrance. His fingers find my still-sensitive bundle. He rubs me in tantalizing circles, slowly easing himself inside. A guttural gasp escapes me as pain pierces my eyes. Wilder stills, allowing me time to adjust to the unfamiliar stretch. He’s barely entered me.
“Breathe, baby,” he soothes. His fingers work me faster. If he intends to distract me from the discomfort, it is working.
I take a deep breath and nod. “Keep going.”
Wilder pushes deeper. Wincing, I focus on the pleasure building beneath his skilled touch. I can handle this pain. It is nothing like what I experienced this night three years ago.
“Fuck, Leigh,” he groans, still not hilted fully inside me. I adjust my hips, finding the perfect angle that sends shockwaves through my body.
“I’m okay,” I assure him, and he moves.
“Holy fuck,” he says, grunting. I gasp as he fills me so completely. “Still okay?”
“Y-yes,” I manage, my voice thick. “Don’t stop.”
He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust pulling me deeper into pure pleasure. I close my eyes, surrendering completely as he takes control. The pain melts away, replaced by a wave of unadulterated bliss; my gasps become hungry moans. I’m enveloped in Wilder, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment, where there is no before or after—only him. He owns my body, making it tremble and sing for him.
“Oh gods,” I cry out.
“You feel so fucking good,” he praises, picking up the pace.
“You’re tearing me in half.”
Wilder chuckles darkly. “Say my name. I want my neighbors to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
His hand grips my thigh, squeezing the flesh as he loses himself. Ecstasy, like I’ve never known, washes over me in relentless waves. I lift my head, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as he fucks me harder,deeper.The room fades away, and all I can focus on is him and what he’s doing to my body. It’s torture but in its most delicious form.
