He slid his hands into my hair, held on tight, and kissed me back with ferocity. His chest rumbled as he continued to kiss me deeply.
I did my best not to grind my erection into his hip. I was so close to the edge, that any little movement was likely to push me over. I didn’t want that, though. I wanted to be inside him when I came for the first time with him. Finally, I pulled back and met his gaze.
His smile was a little lazy. A little hazy. “That was—”
“Yeah.”
“And there’s more?”
“Oh hell, yes.”
“Sign me up.” He cupped my cheek. “The sooner, the better.”
Is that because he wants me so badly or because he’s afraid he might chicken out? Oh well, time to give him what he wants.
And what I need.
Chapter Sixteen
Andre
Asking Zahir to make love to me so soon after my first mind-blowing orgasm felt decadent. Well, not myfirstorgasm. Just my first with another person in the room. With that person’s mouth around my cock.
He was stacking up to be a lot of firsts—first Daddy, first blow job…hopefully first person to be inside me. That thought brought both hesitation and need. I needed him to take me—and I worried about how much it might hurt. Hell, I even wondered if I might have regrets. Not about losing my virginity—I was set on this course. No, more that I might feel guilty for asking him to do something he clearly hadn’t planned to do. We’d mapped out a Daddy/pup relationship—we hadn’t even talked about anal intercourse.
Yet I was certain he’d saynoif this wasn’t what he wanted. Although he could be incredibly accommodating, he also had a clear mind of his own. He didn’t do anything he didn’t want to.
Tasting my cum on his tongue was weirdly erotic, and I had to grin.
He pulled back and quirked an eyebrow.
“I like. I promise I like.” I gazed up into his stunning eyes. “Can you give me more? Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, I am. I promise I would say if that wasn’t the case.”
“I figured.” I ran my hand up and down his back.
Zahir grinned, then eased himself off me. This time he didn’t suck my nipples. That’d been all kinds of hot. As he positioned himself between my thighs, he held my gaze.
I nodded.
He grabbed the bottle of lube.
After a moment, I opened my thighs wider—giving him the most access I could. I’d never felt so exposed. Not even at my mom’s funeral with everyone watching me with pity. No. This was worse. Or…worse was the wrong word. Vulnerable. I felt vulnerable. I’d given this man the ammunition he needed to really hurt me—whether intentional or not. We still hadn’t defined this relationship, and I had no way of knowing if he felt about me the way I felt about him. A little bit…in love.
Which was all kinds of crazy.
He coated his fingers with lube and moved them to my entrance.
I nodded.
He ran his finger around the rim.
The cool against my heated skin was an interesting sensation.
“This is going to feel uncomfortable. Even with toys, this isn’t going to be something you’re used to.” With that, he slid a finger in.
He wasn’t wrong. The feeling was foreign. Doing this to myself was one thing—having him do it was completely different.
