I shiver when he glances up at me through his lashes. “I’m giving it a moment for your sensitivity to settle down. Then I’m going to do that again.”
My head bobs up and down in agreement, yet my words say something else. “It’s settled. I’m ready.”
I hold my breath as his lips twitch.
“Very well.”
My back bows as he dives back in, unrestrained, just as, if not more, determined to push me over the edge even faster.
My vision swims as the intensity of the heat spreading through my blood consumes me. A thin sheen of sweat coats my skin as my hands tangle into his perfectly pressed sheets.
The moment he adds a second finger inside of me, I don’t hold my body’s reaction back.
I tighten around him as every muscle locks up and this time, the scream of his name pours through my lips instead of silently in my mind.
He pulls his face from between my thighs, but he doesn’t crawl up the bed to me.
He slides down it, gripping my ankles and tugging me with him.
My ass ends up perched on the edge of the bed and my heavy breathing grows more erratic as he slides his pants off.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his shirtless chest early, but this first glimpse at the entirety of him is fucking mouthwatering.
He’s lean, with an unforgiving frame of perfectly sculpted muscles. From shoulder blades to hip bones, every inch is toned, no space is wasted.
The veins in his forearms protrude more than I’ve ever noticed before as he squeezes my thighs.
My eyes stalk his hand’s movement when he removes it from me. A small, desperate noise leaves my lips when he grips himself and swirls the head of his cock through the wetness still dripping out of me.
“I want to watch every inch of me disappear inside of you. I need to see every twitch your body makes, every color your skin turns. I can’t miss a moment of what it feels like to have your soul seal to mine.”
My deep groan pierces the air as he slowly, inch by inch, pushes himself inside of me.
His eyes betray his words, though.
He can’t decide between watching my face and witnessing my body accept him. All of him.
My entire body shudders when he completely buries himself inside of me and his fingers chase the tremors.
His hands roam every inch of me as he leans himself down, pressing us skin to skin, and locks his lips with mine.
This kiss is dominating on a different level. It’s so contradictory to the soft glide of his touch.
It’s hungry.
Famished.
Chill bumps break out down my arms, but as soon as I lift them to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he pulls away.
His hips shift back, then torturously slow, he pushes back in.
“Amick.”
His name truly is a plea leaving my lips.
Ineedhim to go faster.
Ineedhim deeper.
