He’s pinned me against a wall, tied me to a piano, and fingered me against the kitchen island, but I’ve never been in this position with him. No matter how many times I’ve imagined it, I know it’ll be unlike anything I’ve experienced.
With my thighs squeezed together between his, he cups the back of my head in both hands and lowers his long frame on top of me. His eyes search my face as his weight sinks me into the mattress, his chest covering mine in heat and muscle.
My mouth falls open on a blissful gasp, and he catches it, his tongue sliding and claiming, his lips firm, aggressive, and all mine. The bulky size of him smothers me in security, his strength a shield of protection, and his hands supporting my head as if in supplication.
We kiss through an endless sonata of heartbeats and moans, our foreheads rolling together and hips grinding greedily. Our bodies rock in a synchronized wave, trapping the steely length of him between us.
I’m scared out of my ever-loving mind thinking about his wide girth being rammed up inside of me. But I’m ready. I’ve never been so ready for this.
I flex my quads, trying to open my thighs. Why hasn’t he spread my legs already?
“Don’t test me, Ivory.” He reaches between us and rubs his fingers along the slippery seam of my pussy. “Where my head’s at right now, I’ll split you in half.”
In the next breath, he flips us, rolling me on top and folding my legs to straddle his hips.
“I’m giving this to you. Just this once.” He reaches over his head and grips the laddered rungs of the headboard. “My hands won’t move. I’m going to lie here and hold still while you fuck me.”
Oh.
Wow.
Okay, that’s…different. And really nice.
Until I gaze down at the huge, long cock rising up in front of me. How does this work? He wants me to…sit on that thing?
I meet his eyes, shaking my head. “I’ve never…”
His fingers blanch around the rungs, his expression pained. Is that anger?
“Never been on top?” he growls.
“Never.” Nervous energy trickles through me. I grip his shaft with both hands, stroking up and down, reacquainting myself with his size. “I don’t know, Emeric. Can I even fit…?”
His breath rushes out. “Dammit, Ivory. It’ll fit.” The sinews in his forearms strain with his hold on the headboard. “You’re fucking tormenting me here.”
Flexing his thighs beneath me, he pins me with a look that is so integral to who he is. The almighty confidence in his eyes tells me to shut up and pay attention because he’s about to share a mind-blowing experience with me. It’s his most powerful expression, one that’s probably gotten him laid, without a single spoken word, more times than I care to think about.
“That look you’re giving me…” I squeeze my fingers around his cock, enjoying the sound of his strangled breath. “Do you do that when you’re performing on stage?”
His hips shift beneath me, his voice tortured. “What?”
“Do you eye fuck women in the audience?”
“Ivory, get on my dick before I lose my fucking mind.”
I bend down and place a kiss on the bulbous crown in an affectionate greeting. The next kiss is a plea to be gentle.
Then I rise on my knees and position him between my legs.
True to his word, he doesn’t thrust or move his hands. His eyes glow like blue flames as he waits for me to draw him inside.
I lower onto him, inch by inch, marveling at the stretching sensation, the easy slide, the perfect fit. It’s never this wet, this careful. Fuck, I feel so full. Hungry. Relieved.
The sound of his guttural groan spurs me faster. When he’s all the way in, I squeeze my inner muscles around him.
His eyes clamp shut, muscles flexing in his jaw, his body shaking beneath me. I don’t think he’s breathing.
“Emeric?”
A throaty grunt is the only response he gives, charging my already overloaded senses with giddiness. And I haven’t even moved yet.
I lean forward and press my lips to the ridge of his tense chest. “This is it. We’re doing it.”
His eyes fly open, and he releases a pained laugh. “We’re not doing anything.” His hands tighten around the headboard, his glare hard and demanding. “Fuck my cock, Ivory.”
I roll my hips, testing the feel of him sliding against my insides and filling me with jolts of static.
His entire body trembles beneath me. “Faster.”
With my palms on his chest, I rotate along his shaft, lifting and rocking. The dragging, tickling strokes are unreal. The little shocks of electricity, the panting sounds of our breaths, everything centers around where we’re joined.
He raises his head, watching me intensely. “Ride it.”
I do, willingly and with abandon.
“Fucking grind it.” His hand slips from the headboard, but just as quickly, he adjusts his grip. “Harder, Ivory. Deeper.”