Vince didn’tresist her. He lost all resolve. It had exploded like an IED. His grip eased from her hands to wrap around her back and pull her close. Fiona groaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back like an anchor.
Their coming together was like an explosion, both gripping and groaning against the other. Right now, they were just a man and woman coming together. She wasn’t his best friend’s sister. No one was after her. They were just Fiona andVince.
“Touch me,” she commanded.
“With pleasure.”Vince’s mouth descended upon hers. Taking. Claiming. “I’m not strong enough to resist you anymore. You have to be the one to walk away.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Fiona denied him, returning her hands to his chest, running over the bumps and ridges. Scars dotted over his chest, a testament that what he did was dangerous, but she wasn’t afraid. Fiona leaned forward and kissed every scar she found.
Vince’s hands slid into her hair, gripping firmly but not painfully. She bent down, kissing along his chest to his stomach until something bumped her in the chin. She looked down to see his cock bobbing for attention.
She remembered the feel of it in her hand from yesterday. The velvety softness surrounding hard steel. But what did it taste like? Fiona looked up atVinceunder hooded eyes as she knelt down on the shower ground and took his cock in her mouth.Vincewatched her in rapture as she sucked him. He tasted salty and hot on her tongue. The girth stretched her mouth to almost the point of pain, but the look in his eyes was worth any minor discomfort.
“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed. After bar guy, she’d shied away from men. WithVince, she wanted everything to be perfect. She had made up the hand job as she went, but this felt more intimate.
“Think of it like a lollipop. Lick it and suck it but whatever you do, don’t use teeth. That will hurt.”
“Like a lollipop. No teeth. Got it.”
Fiona tucked her teeth behind her lips and took him back into her mouth.Vincemade a strangling noise. Concerned, Fiona pulled back, thinking she had hurt him.
“Don’t stop,” he husked.
Fiona returned to him, sucking and licking asVinceinstructed. Her worry about making this perfect was soon forgotten asVincewidened his stance and with a gentle hand guided her over his cock, helping her take him in and out. Soon she found a rhythm, holding onto his hips as an anchor. She was so lost in pleasuring him she almost slipped whenVinceabruptly pulled back and stood her up.
“I can’t wait anymore.” His eyes were dark with passion. His chest rising and falling rapidly like he’d run a marathon. She’d done that.
She knew what he meant without asking. They were finally going to have sex. She looked around the shower, wondering how this was going to work. A few of the romance novels she had managed to sneak into her room always had the woman thrown against the tile wall. That seemed uncomfortable and cold. The shower wasn’t wide enough for them to lie down.
Vincetook the situation into his hands, turning the shower off and pulling her out. “We’re not doing it in here?” she asked.
“I don’t want our first time being in a cramped shower. I want you splayed out on a bed, not risking slipping in the shower. You deserve nothing but the best.”
Fiona blushed at his words.
Vincedried her off first, making sure to dry her from head to toe. Not missing any spots, making her giggle. “Someone is ticklish,” he teased, rubbing over her sides again. Fiona tried pulling away, she hated being tickled, butVincewouldn’t let her escape. “There will be time for that later.” He stood up, drying her hair quickly and efficiently before grabbing another towel to give himself a once-over.
“I don’t get to do it?”
“I have wanted you for too damn long and I’m not going to wait anymore. There are a million reasons why we shouldn’t do this but I’m too selfish of a bastard to listen anymore.”
His words went straight to her core, igniting a burning blaze only he could quench. “I don’t want to wait anymore either.”
Throwing the towels on the ground,Vincetook Fiona’s hand and dragged her to the bed. Well, she hurried behind him. This had been four years in the making. There was no dragging her feet about it.She was just as eager and impatient as he was. Her body hummed with excitement as he twirled her around to face him. Fiona didn’t wait for an invitation, she launched herself atVince, who easily caught her. Fiona chuckled against his mouth asVincefell back against the bed. They fell in a tangle of limbs, both laughing and trying to crawl further onto the bed, as they were more off it than on.
Vincerolled her to her back and all humor fled. His hand cupped her cheek gently. Fiona leaned into his touch, turning her head slightly, and took his thumb into her mouth. She watched his eyes turn molten as she used her newfound skills on his thumb, swirling and sucking.
Vincepulled his thumb free, leaving a wet trail down her chin to her chest, stopping at her breast. Fiona sucked in a breath, watching his thumb circle her nipple until it pebbled. “So responsive,”Vincesaid in approval, dipping down to let his lips continue what his fingers started.
Fiona groaned, clutching the back ofVince’s head to her chest. Her legs rubbed restlessly against his sides. Her body was primed, it would snap any moment. “Please,Vince, I don’t want to wait anymore.” His mouth felt wonderful, but she wanted something more. She wanted to be connected to him in the most carnal way.
“You’re right. We’ll continue that later. I’m going to dedicate just an hour to sucking your tits.”
Fiona blushed at his vulgar words. No man had ever talked to her like that before and she liked it. She didn’t think she’d like dirty talking, but she did. At least fromVince.
Vincemoved to his bag, rifling through it a moment before he pulled out a box of condoms. Fiona arched her brow at him. Did he always travel with condoms or had he just been hopeful?
“I bought these before you came to town and packed them the day we stopped at my house. I wasn’t trying to be presumptive, but I like to always be prepared.”
