It was damn near impossible.
The man was hung.
But…
“I hate to break it to you,” I breathed. “But I can’t feel your piercing at all.”
His lips twitched. “I’ve heard that’s the case sometimes.”
I hummed as I twisted my hips, digging my knees into the bed on either side of his hips for better leverage.
“Kind of disappointing,” I teased. “I fully expected this to…”
He ground up, and my mouth fell open.
Okay, I definitely felt something there.
“What on Ear…”
He ground me against him again and I forgot how to speak.
“Okay, maybe I can feel it,” I wheezed as I canted my own hips to get the most out of what he was doing to me.
He chuckled against my throat, his tongue sneaking out to run along my skin.
I lost myself in him, rocking my hips and pretty much letting the feeling guide me.
My teeth clamped down on his trap, and his hips jerked in response.
I gasped at the depth.
“Sorry,” he soothed me. “You caught me by surprise. I’m going shallow as I can.”
I hadn’t realized until right then that he was forcing me to go a certain depth only.
Not giving me all of him.
I pushed down and his hands on my hips stopped me.
“Careful,” he warned.
I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Let me have all of you.”
He shook his head. “We’ll get there.”
We would.
Right then and there.
I wasn’t a quitter.
My fingers went to his hair and I yanked his head backward, exposing his throat.
Not ready for the move, he allowed it to happen and I momentarily distracted him by closing my teeth down on his throat and sucking. Hard.
He cursed, one of his hands coming to my hair to pull me off of him.
When he did, I took his distraction to my advantage and slammed myself down on him.
