"Look at you." The words come out reverent, almost pained. I’ve never seen anything as stunning. “So pretty.”
I drop my mouth to her throat, kissing and licking my way down to her collarbone, her neck, slowly over the soft swell ofher breasts, prolonging the anticipation. When I close my lips around one peaked nipple and suck, she cries out, and her hands fist in my hair.
She's so responsive, every touch drawing a gasp or a moan that makes it harder and harder not to come just from hearing her beg.
"More." Her hips rock against me, desperate for friction. "I need more."
It doesn't make sense. We've never met, but somehow, my body knows exactly what she needs before she asks for it.
I set her back on her feet gently then kneel before her, pressing a kiss to her smooth stomach as I open her jeans and peel them down past her thighs, carefully removing her socks and shoes and lifting each foot out, one at a time.
It feels like I’m unwrapping the best present ever.
When I look up, she’s watching me closely with a small smile. Shoving away her jeans and shoes, my attention homes in on the scraps of lace still covering her. She watches, rapt, as I kiss just above her hipbone on each side, then slide them lower, slowly, drawing it out, revealing her completely to me.
Panties pool at her feet, and she steps out of them as I stand to my full height, looming over her, one hand braces beside her head while the other slides between her thighs, I stoop down to whisper in her ear, “You’re perfect.”
The touch of my fingers against her slick heat makes us both groan.
"So wet." I slide one finger inside, then two, in and out, slowly going deeper and faster, curling them until she keens. "All this for me?"
I kiss her, loving the taste of her lips, the slide of her tongue against mine.
She wraps her arms around my bare back, holding me, as I continue to stroke her, higher and higher.
"Don't get cocky." Her words are fierce, but her voice is trembling, her head falling back against the door as I work her with my hand. "Anyone… oh god, right there…"
"Anyone?" I press harder, finding the spot that makes her shake as a flare of possessiveness lights up inside me, hot and fast, and way too intense to be normal. "You feel like this with anyone?"
My words are demanding, daring her to lie to me and pretend this is normal. That anyone else could make her feel this way.
"No." The admission rips out of her, raw and honest. "No, it's never… I've never… not this good."
Pleased with her words, I press a little harder, and she comes apart on my fingers with a raw sound that I want to hear every day for the rest of my life.
She’s mumbling something incoherent, lips moving against my chest, but I don't give her time to recover. Can't wait any longer. I'm so hard, it hurts, every nerve screaming for her, and when I free myself, kicking off my jeans and boxers, my bear is roaring at me to take her and claim her.
Reaching down, I grab my wallet from my back pocket and pull out a condom.
She snatches it and tears open the foil packet with shaky fingers. When she rolls the condom down my length agonisingly slowly. Her touch is firm and confident despite the trembling, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust into her fist.
Lifting her carefully, loving how she immediately wraps herself around me, I notch against her entrance, and the tiniest contact is enough to make my whole body shudder. I pause, giving her a final opportunity to change her mind, but then, still panting from her last orgasm, she rolls her hips, taking me an inch inside her, showing me what she wants.
With a primal growl, I'm sliding home, and the world goes white.
She feels tight around me, hot, and it’s perfect. She clenches around me like her body is trying to keep me there forever, and for a long moment, I can't move. Can't breathe.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I try to remember my own name.
What the fuck is this? Could she really be mine?
"Move." Her voice is thin, desperate, but still bossy as hell. "Please, I need you to move."
So, I do.
My hard thrust punches the air from both of us. The second makes her cry out, nails scoring down my back hard enough to leave marks, which pleases my bear to no end. By the third, she’s moving with me, and we've found a rhythm that feels exactly right.
She meets me stroke for stroke, rattling the door with each thrust, her hips rolling to take me deeper, and the sounds she's making, fuck, those sounds are seared into my mind. Breathy moans and bitten-off curses. She doesn't even know my name, so it's justyesandthereandpleaseandmore.
