Her gaze flicked up. “I’d like it better if you fucked me.” My lips twitched. Her words didn’t match the inhibition in her smile.
“Show me, you do.” At her confused look, I laughed. “Touch me. I won’t break.”
She eased my shirt down my arms. When it slid to the floor, her fingers trailed over my chest, across my abs, and up my arms. Tentative at first, then bolder when I moaned. She traced the tattoo lines covering my one arm up to my neck before her tongue danced over my nipple. Smooth licks became hesitant bites. First one, then the other, sucking harder when I didn’t move. I inhaled on a hiss, clenching my fingers.
I toed off my shoes and waited to see what she would do next. With her eyes on me, she reached for my belt, unclasped it, and drew down my zipper. Tugging the waistband of my pants, she slipped it down my legs then stepped back. Her gaze roved over my body.
“You’re a beautiful man.” Eyes wide, she stared at my erect cock. “Beautiful but big.” My chuckle drew her gaze.
“Don’t worry. He won’t hurt you, and neither will I.” I winked, removing my socks. She smiled.
Resting my hands on her hips, I guided her back against the floor to ceiling window. “Are you safe?” Confusion masked her features. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I am safe.” I nuzzled her jaw. “I’m going to take you without anything between us. Are you okay with that?”
Her eyes flared briefly before she nodded. I pulled in a sharp breath. God, her trust in me, sent warm blood rushing to my hard-on. I groaned and squeezed my cock, my eyes taking in every inch of her exposed body. As much as I wanted to bury myself inside her, I forced myself to calm down, to take it easy. I had to make sure her first time was something she’d remember. I laved her nipple with my tongue, sucking the tight bud into my mouth, my grip hard until she squirmed and clutched my head. Those sexy whimpers didn’t aid my arousal. Releasing her nipple, I cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. With one hand under her ass, I pressed her into the glass, guiding my cock to her entrance with the other.
“It’s going to hurt a little. You need to relax, okay?” I whispered against her lips. Her gaze locked on mine, she nodded. “Loosen your grip on my neck and lean back into the glass.” She did as I asked. I rolled the head through her folds, using her slickened pussy as a lubricant. With carefully guided movements, I lowered her onto my cock slowly, loving the look of surprise on her face and the way her lips formed a perfect O. I felt her resistance the deeper I slid in. “Trust me?” The second she nodded, I crashed my mouth to hers and drove in until I was fully sheathed, swallowing her cry. Jesus. So, fucking good. When I released her mouth, she moaned. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she panted, her grip tightened on my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin.
I battled to restrain myself and not to fuck her hard. Instead, I began with a few leisurely thrusts, easing her into it, letting her get used to me before I picked up the pace, desperate to watch her come again, her body trembling, her perfect breasts bouncing from my hard thrusts. Her moans morphed into cries, growing louder with each slam. My balls pulled tight, greedy for release. As much as I wanted to give her everything, I tortured myself, and I needed to come. Yet, I continued to fuck her harder. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting down. An orgasm ripped through her, and her cries bounced off the walls, fueling my desire as her pussy squeezed me tighter.
“Fuck.” It was too much. I couldn’t hold on. Blood rushed to my cock, and my head swam. With a guttural groan, I hurtled over the edge. Clutching her ass in a vice-like grip, I rode out my orgasm, spilling every bit of cum into her beautiful pussy, marking her as mine. I gave her everything but took a whole lot more in return. When the torrent of adrenaline slowly trickled from my body, I pressed my sweaty forehead to hers, trying to catch my breath.
“That was intense,” I let out a small laugh. When I pulled back, she gazed at me, her eyes drowsy with satiation, her smile content. Our kiss was lazy yet powerful enough not to need any words. Holding her tight against me, I carried her to the shower. It didn’t take long before I was stiff again. Greedy for more, I fucked her hard against the tiled wall. Relishing her cries mixing with the hiss of the shower. After we were done and I took the time to wash her body, she left me in the shower.
Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom to music blaring from the stereo, filling the apartment, and not the type of music I expected to hear given my present company. I slipped into my pants and exited the bedroom, stopping short as once more, a beautiful princess captured my breath.
This time, her sexy body draped in my shirt, her thick curls dancing just below her waist, she swayed around the living room to Latino music.
“I didn’t figure you for a Salsa type of girl,” I called out.
She swung around, stopping when she caught sight of me, her smile effervescent between serenity and embarrassment. “Why? Think I’m too conservative?” She arched her brow, her grin cheeky. “I love Latino music. I just can’t dance to it.”
Walking toward her, I held out my hands. She cocked her head to one side. Deep grooves creased her forehead. “May I have this dance?”
“You can, Salsa?”
“Why? Think I’m too stiff for it? Or too old perhaps?” My brow shot up. “I’ve just fucked you against the window. I think I can manage.” I winked.
Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. She shook her head. “Umm...I’d rather not.”
“Why? You love the music, and I’ve just seen you move. Or, are you afraid I may laugh at you?” I teased, stepping closer. I slid a hand under her arm to her back just below her shoulder. “Rest your hand on mine and stand on my feet.”
“Huh?”
I laughed at her comical look. I took her hand and placed it on my arm, then laced the fingers of her other hand with mine. “Now, stand on my feet.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to dance with you, and you’re scared to show me your moves.” I shrugged.
Laughter bubbling out her lips, she did as I asked. “I’m only doing this because I want to hold you again.” She wiggled her brows.
I was falling in love with her shift between coyness and mischief. I figured she was either an introvert or uncomfortable around people until she got to know them. My interest soared. I wanted to know every Goddamn thing about her. “We don’t need to dance for me to hold you, Sia. Just say the word.” I gave her a soft smile. Tightening my grasp, I swayed us around the floor in time to the music.
