“You know what you like, Sunbeam. I have confidence in you. Tell me.”
“Okay.” It takes a minute for me to verbalize leading him through the motions and trying to remember that he’s not a vibrator, but I instruct him.
“Use two fingers,” I say.
He slowly works another finger into me, pumping as he feverishly licks my clit. Pressure builds down below. I’m thinking too much. Worried too much about tomorrow. About the fact that he’ll be leaving. The pressure begins to fall.
“Stop thinking,” he growls, “and feel. I’m not going anywhere.”
How does he know what I’m thinking? I relax and whisper, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He does until the pressure builds again. My walls clench, and when I’m shattered into a gazillion pieces, I cry out his name, floating on the high of the orgasm until I’m brought back to earth.
“That’s my Sunbeam,” he whispers, kissing my crazy-sensitive clit before he rises onto his knees and pushes off his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free and I lick my lips.
Oh my God. It is the most beautiful, massive thing I’ve ever seen. Pane is built like a god. Chest hair sprinkles his pecs, his abs are too many to count, and it all leads down to a tapered waist and one glorious cock.
I’m so spent. All I can do is stare hungrily as he swipes moisture off the head and pumps his hand down the shaft.
I touch him, running a finger down the silky body. Pane drops his head back and moans.
When I move to take him in my hand, Pane stops me. “Tonight is all about you. We can focus on me later, in an hour at our next go round. But I’m so full, all I want is you.”
My throat goes dry. No one’s ever said that to me. The attention is embarrassing, so my instinct is to drop my head.
Pane hooks a finger under my chin and lifts my face until I’m looking at him. “I want you to feel more pleasure tonight than you ever have before.”
“I already have.”
“We’re just getting started.”
We kiss, and I tug him down on top of me, relishing the pleasure of his weight as his body lines up with mine. Parts of my brain fire off every crazy thought possible.
I can’t believe Pane Maddox is making love to me. I can’t believe I’m letting him. I can’t believe that I’ve fallen for this grunty, cocky jerk.
Wait. He’s not a grunty, cocky jerk.
He’s everything.
And he is.
He slowly slips inside me and curses. “Sunbeam, you feel better than I ever imagined.”
“So do you,” I reply honestly.
He waits for me to stretch around him. Then he moves slowly, taking his time. There’s nothing feverish about this. This is lovemaking at its core.
I stare up at him. He stares down at me, whispering my name and kissing me as he slowly moves in and out.
It’s a beautiful moment that makes my breath catch.
And then I realize we’ve been so swept up that we forgot protection. “Wait.”
He kisses my neck. “I’m not too big for you. Trust me, I’ve done this before.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
He lifts his head and shoots me the smirk that highlights how truly beautiful he is.
