He tugs my shirt off as he raises up, and I’m left in only my bra. He looks down at me in a way no one else ever has, and I’m left feeling feverish. He wants me. His eyes are on me and staring at me hungrily—the same way Kode stares at Tria. It shouldn’t be possible.
He turns to push his boxers down, and that thrill shoots through me again. I mindlessly remove my bra as he turns back around, and my eyes go straight down and stare.
I think I must have done something very, very right in a past life.
“Like it?” he says with a grin I can feel.
He moves over me, and I go to the thing that I’m finding the most fascinating. A silver barbell sticks out from the tip of his cock, and I’m fairly positive this sort of thing could make a girl fall in love.
“You couldn’t get your other nipple pierced because of the pain, but you have this?” I ask in a rasp voice.
I touch it, feeling the metal, and he jerks in my hands as a deep rumble forms in his chest. I try to stay only on the metal, not the hard rod that is very happy to be with me. But it’s hard not to touch him.
“Don’t get too excited. You won’t be able to feel it very much with the condom on,” he says as he starts rolling the rubber down and hiding the silver.
I really want to feel it. I’m on birth control, but I’m rather certain it is stupid to have unprotected sex this early on. I think. I can’t think. Shit.
Once he’s fully sheathed under the latex, he looks up to meet my eyes and his slow grin crawls up to capture another piece of the heart I should be guarding. I reach for him and he comes willingly, but he shocks the hell out of me when he thrusts in without any warning.
My breath comes out in a rush as the full, deep, stretching sensation hits me. And he pushes in farther, finding a place inside me that I know has ever been touched before.
“Fuck. You feel even better than I thought you would,” he groans, acting as though it’s a bad thing. I think.
Again, thinking is rather hard to do right now.
He pulls back and rocks in, and my breath comes out again as my body tries to acclimate to him. Even with the condom on, I can still feel the piercing enough. And I love it. In fact, I’m ruined. I’ll never want another man without it.
I really hope we stick together long enough for me to feel it without a condom.
My thoughts all run together when he drives in harder, and I pull him down to me, hoping his lips on mine will help drown out the humiliating sounds I’m already making.
He pulls out of me suddenly and then he takes my place while pulling me to be on top of him, both of us sitting facing each other, as he grabs my hips and plunges me down onto him, impaling me divinely.
His eyes roll back as he releases a sound that pushes me to the edge too soon. Our kiss becomes wild as our bodies collide, and he moves one hand to my hair, tugging just enough, and keeps one hand firmly planted on my hip, making our centers hit with force.
It all feels too good. A myriad of emotions and sensations hit me at once as he takes a nipple in his mouth, pushes himself up to let his piercing hit a spot inside me that has been dormant, and his hands... There’s something about his hands being on my body—owning me, claiming me, needing me.
I’ve never felt so sexy in all my life, and I love it.
His name is coming through my lips before I can stop it. My body burns hot and cold, a powerful eruption of mind-blowing perfection goes off, and I fight to stay vertical when my whole body tries to fold under the force of the orgasm.
He keeps going, making it impossible for me to not to whimper from the overwhelming sensations and ecstasy-laced high that I’m still riding out. But then his body jerks under mine just before he stills, and his breath comes out in a hard rush that slithers over my skin with a gentle, warm touch.
He pulls me to him and kisses my neck, his breaths slowly starting to return to normal, and I almost hold my breath.
Now that the moment has come and gone... What happens?
“You can go fix food now,” he says through a winded tone.
I laugh lightly while shaking my head, and his lips come up to capture mine in a kiss that means so much more than it did seconds ago. It’s only three. We have a while before it hits that awkward point where you don’t know whether to stay or go.
Maybe we can have fun for that entire time.
“How am I supposed to walk after that?” I mumble, very distracted by his talented lips and wicked tongue.
All of the groceries are still at my house. There’s no way these stems of jelly are going to support me for walking and cooking.
“Fine,” he says, breaking the kiss with a grin that gives me too much hope. “You can cook in thirty minutes.”