"I won’t take from you," he says in a low, intense tone, his gaze holding mine.
"You can’t take what I give."
He strokes his thumb over the unbruised side of my face, tracing the corner of my mouth, dragging it over the swell of my lower lip.
"I didn’t expect you," he admits. "Seeing you was a lightning strike."
I kiss his thumb, gently take it inside my mouth, soaring higher at the way his throat works, his eyes flaring hotly.
The sensual feel of him in my mouth makes my legs shift around his hips.
"Struck me too," I tell him when I let his thumb slip from my mouth. My voice is husky with emotion and heat.
I don’t even sound like me.
He exhales slowly. He’s trying to get his control back. But this time the way he takes my mouth is wet, deep, rough.
He’s reading my mind.
The pulse of his cock against my inner thigh makes me wetter with every stroke of his tongue. His hips are moving like he’s matching the rhythm. A promise of what’s to come.
When he pulls back, he holds up a condom between two fingers with an eyebrow lifted. "Your choice."
"I have an IUD."
Did his pupils just dilate more?
"Stillyour choice."
Heat spreads around the base of my throat. No one’s ever been inside of me bare before. I want it. Nothing between us.
"I want without any barrier," I say, shocking myself as I slide the wrapper from his fingers and toss it aside, leaning up slowly until my lips brush his. "Please."
A rough sound in his chest tells me how affected he is.
With an impatient yank, he shoves his briefs down, raising up on one hand as he strips my panties down my legs.
Yes! I shimmy out of the T-shirt below him, dying to feel him skin-to-skin. For a moment we’re all movement. Then he freezes.
Resting his weight on one elbow, his other hand gripping his shaft, stroking once. I take in a deep appreciative look.
He’s big and carved from shoulder to thighs with thick muscles. And the head of his cock is stretched tight, glistening with precome.
My throat goes dry at the thought of tasting him.
But, how is he going to fit?
I don’t know.I’m not sure we will match up. But the thing I do know is I trust him.
He settles against me, nudging against my opening, taking his time. "So tender. I don’t want to hurt you."
Slipping his fingers through my slick heat, wetting his erection with my juices.
He darts his gaze from the place his cock is beginning to push inside of me to my eyes.
Neither of us speaks, but he chokes on a groan as my mouth drops open from the intense pressure.
I shift my legs, he lowers his hips more.
