“You’re so beautiful.”
“Could we use a more manly phrase, please? Handsome … Statuesque … Built like a Greek God,” I suggested in a strangled voice because her fingers were grazing over my nipples.
“You know, the first time I saw you I thought you had the body of a man who should be immortalised in marble.” My muscles rippled as she dragged her nails lightly down until they were at the waistband of my pants. She tugged the elastic away, and my dick jerked wildly as she stripped that last piece of fabric from between us. Gazing at my erection, her brows lifted and her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. Only sheer force of will prevented me from spontaneously orgasming at the sight.
“But those statues never get dicks right. They’re always so … small.” She ran one finger from my glistening crown down to the base, and I gritted my teeth, willing my body to behave. “This is theoppositeof small.”
“You do realise that I’m painfully erect, right now?” I rasped. “It tends to be much larger when almost every blood cell in my body is trying to fit in there.”
Her giggle was the most perfect sound in the world. “I’ve seen you flaccid too … well, the outline of you in those naughty little swim trunks, anyway. Believe me when I say, Henry, you’re a showeranda grower.”
“Condom?” I barked, because if she kept running that finger over me, she wouldn’t be getting this full experience she was so eager for.
Oh, don’t kid yourself, Baxter. She’s not the only eager one here.
“IUD, remember?” She straddled my thighs, and I grasped her hips, desperate to drag her up and onto my cock, but I forced myself to ask the other important question.
“STIs?”
Her hands pressed into the bed on either side of my face, and she leaned closer, breath warm against my cheek, my erection trapped between our bodies. Blissful agony. “I got tested recently, and I haven’t been with anyone since. You?”
A surge of warmth flooded my stomach and chest, and I curled my fingers around the back of her neck, thumbing her jaw, tilting her head back to kiss and lick the soft skin of her throat.
“I haven’t been with anyone since my last test, either,” I mumbled against her pulse. Her little moan as I sucked a red mark into her skin had a growl rumbling up inside me, and I sucked harder, wanting to leave a lasting reminder that I’d been there, that I’d touched her like this. She turned me primitive and possessive and feral, in a way nothing and no one else had.
The thought of having her bare … I’d never done that, not in four years with Cadence. But to do it with her … to feel her, with nothing between us …
“I need you,” I grated, pressing her back, gripping the base of my dick and angling it for her. She raised up on her knees, positioning herself. My eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of the heat of her as she notched me against her entrance.
“You’re so big, Henry,” she hissed, and I gripped her round backside as she lowered herself onto me, inch by agonising inch. “Not too big that I can’t take you, but … I’m just going to need to …” She blew out a breath and changed her angle, and I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Lucky I’ve been training myself on giant dildos for years,” she mumbled, “Pula monstru!” She tightened around me, and in desperation, I began reciting the districts of Panam and their industries.
District One, luxuries … District Two … she feels incredible wrapped around me. This is not going to work!
My hand slid over the top of her thigh, pressing between her legs, finding her swollen clit with my thumb. She gasped, and I inched deeper into her.
“Yes! God yes, Henry!” She lifted herself up and sank down again, each movement getting her closer to taking all of me. I swallowed, tasting blood from where I’d bitten my cheek to stave off my own pleasure. She would come again on me, I refused to allow anything less. I flicked at her clit, toyed with the little metal bar that pressed up against it. Her arousal soaked my shaft, and her walls tightened around me.
“Take me deeper, Catnip,” I begged, finding a rhythm on her clit that had her mewling. And she did, her body meeting mine as she tookall of me in that slick, tight pussy. She tossed her head to the side, flicking sweaty strands of hair from her face.
“Your cock is perfect … you’re fucking me just right, Henry.” Her voice was a breathy, staccato thing, and the sound of it was enough to trigger the start of my unravelling.
“I need you to come on me. Now.” I snatched at her hip, rocking her on me, circling her clit with as much control as I could manage when my vision was blurring, my balls were tightening, and heat was ready to explode into a tsunami of pleasure that God knew how I was holding at bay.
“Henry!” she cried, arching her back, stomach spasming, clit pulsing against my thumb. Her pussy squeezed me until I saw stars, and I groaned as my own release crested. I thrust deeper, pouring myself into her.
She collapsed, sweaty and sated against my chest. I clutched her tighter to me, burying my face in her hair. She smelt like sex, sweaty and delicious. Her heart thrummed against my ribs, and in a moment of post-orgasmic clarity, I realised that I would forever crave that feeling … her heart, next to mine, both pumping hard because we made each other lose control.
I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to hold her like this, naked, and wrapped up in me, forever. But my erection was waning. And maybe she would want to clean up and … I had no idea what I expected from her, now … would she take herself to bed? Leave me in here to ponder the recklessness of what we’d just done?
I loosened my grip on her. She tightened hers, nuzzling her face against my chest. “You smell like … us.”
“We should clean up,” I suggested with a sigh. “I’m sure after that orgasm, I’ve left quite a mess inside you.”
She giggled, and said mess leaked out around my semi-flaccid penis. Propping herself up on her elbows, she grinned sleepily down at me. “Well. You made a mess of me … you should clean me up.”
Hope flared in my chest, that she wasn’t ready to abandon our night of no rules just yet. “I’ve never cleaned a woman after sex before, so I may make the mess worse. But I’m willing to try.”
