“No.” And she meant it. Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, cunt clenching with little tremors. Sensitive to the point of pain.
“I’m going to make this so good for you, Isla.” I crawled up her body, sucking and licking as I went. Hand reaching for the drawer where I’d stashed the box of condoms I’d bought just for this. Because I’d hoped.
She watched me tear through the packet with my teeth. “I should be doing that.”
“I like it when you watch me.” I always had.
“But I—” Her words broke as she tensed momentarily, her gaze following my hands, watching wide-eyed as I rolled it down my length. Licked her fucking lips.
I caught her chin.
“I’m way too close to the edge for you to look at me like that.” Yeah, I was about to put on an abysmal display. “What are you thinking?”
“That I want you in my mouth.”
Fucking hell.
Couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t survive it.
“Before that, when you went all tense.” I swiped mythumb over her lip, dragging it down, then letting it bounce back into place. “Look at me, Isla.”
“I’m worried about . . . not doing enough, I guess. Just lying here. Starfishing.”
Just lying there? Could she really be unaware of how turned on I was right now? That just staring at her body, reddened, covered in bite and suck marks, had my chest rattling?
I barked out a laugh. “Starfishing is a term small-pricked men use to pass off their partner’s dissatisfaction as laziness.” I lowered my hips, dragging the head of my cock over her entrance. “Cameron didn’t know what a gift he had in you. In this sweet little cunt.” My head bumped her clit, and we both gasped. My eyes squeezed shut. “I’ll fuck you for as long as you let me, in every position we can think of. You on top, me on top. I want you tied to my bed, me tied to the bed. I think I’d like to watch you starfish. And sometimes, like right now, I’m going to really fucking enjoy watching you take it.” I grinned when her nostrils flared. “Knowing you’re so limp from the pleasureIgave you. That’s enough power to drive a man mad.” I kissed her sweetly, my resolve almost breaking at the barest graze of her tongue. “Just like last time, you’re going to tell me what worries you have so I can put it right. Give you what you need.”
She stared at me.
“Promise?” I urged.
“Promise,” she croaked, and I rolled my hips again.
She reached between us, drawing her thumb over the swollen head of my cock.
“What do you need?” I choked the words into her neck.
“You, inside me.”
I nodded frantically, nearing the end of my tether.
“And eye contact. I want your eyes on me.”
“They always are.” I couldn’t wait another second. Holding on to her thigh, I slicked my head through her wetness one more time, then notched inside. Pushed in an inch. “Fuck.” Neck straining, I paused. Pushed in a little further. “This is the privilege of my fucking life, Isla.” I pushed a little more, hissing then shaking my head at the resistance. “It should be illegal . . . how good you feel. So fucking tight.” I was shaking, muscles shredding with the effort to hold myself still.
I couldn’t kiss her in this position. I was too tall, our bodies not fully joined. I dug my hand into her hair, tipping her head back to look at me.
Her mouth opened and closed around a moan, lifting her hips to take more. “Alistair. I want—”
“I know you do . . . just, fuck, let me take this slow. Just.Fuck. Give me a moment. Just a moment.” The cord inside me was unravelling too quickly. I could feel the veins in my neck bulging. Jaw thrumming with the tension of holding back as I fucked her with tiny thrusts, unable to go deeper than a few inches.
“It’s not going to work.”
“Yes, it will.” My grip turned desperate, like she might disappear. If anything was going to work between us, it was this.
“I’m too – you’re too big.”
“You can take me.” I dropped onto one elbow, glancing at where our bodies joined. Memorising it. “You already are.”
