He’s watching me, the amusement gone, replaced by pure fire. “Angel,” he prompts. “Don’t tease me.”
Lifting, I put one leg on either side of his wide solid hips. Somehow, I always forget how huge he is until we get more intimate.
The length of him brushes at my panties, and I settle my hips back, so I press there.
He hisses out a breath and captures the meatiest part of my thighs in his hands. “You want to play games tonight? Or do you want something else?”
I get the gist of sex, but I’m terrified to reach into his underwear, draw him out, and sink onto him. Nor do I have any clue how he would react if I did. “I’m not sure what I should do now,” I admit.
He kneads the muscles of my legs gently. “Did you have a plan here? Or were you just winging it?”
I know my face is burning bright pink. “Winging it. I saw you come in and thought…why don’t we get this whole sex thing over with.”
His face bunches up in a heavy scowl. “Over with? What makes you think sex with me is going to be a one-and-done affair? Especially when I’ve given you ample evidence to the contrary?”
Okay. True. He’s made it clear he wants me in every single way he can get me. I still find myself drifting off to fantasy land when he listed all the things he wanted to do to me while I came.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m…nervous.” It takes a lot for me to tell him this simple truth, even if he can probably see it for himself.
“Why?”
“We haven’t done this yet. I’m ready, but I’m not sure at the same time. I want you so much I burn with need, but sometimes, you scare me.”
His scowl deepens. “Scare you, how?”
I sigh and slump. “Not like that. Just…I don’t know what to do with all of you most of the time.”
Another tiny grin lights up his face. “All of me?”
When I don’t answer, he lifts his hips, bucking me upward, and twists us over so he now lies in the cradle of my thighs. “All of me?”
“You’re a big guy. Solid. Beautiful. I feel like you deserve a woman who can get her full use out of you.”
He laughs, throws his head back and laughs so hard I feel it in my toes. When he stops, tears shimmer at the corner of his eyes, but his smile is gone. “I don’t want any other woman but you. If you make me tell you again, I’m going to have to come up with another punishment. This one would be less enjoyable than the last.”
I nod once to let him know I understand. Is this it? Will we have sex now? I scan his face, waiting for a sign I should be ready; that any moment he’s going to fuck me, and I can finally stop worrying about it.
“Tell me what you need, Angel. Didn’t I say you should come to me with your needs? Say it out loud, and I’ll give you anything.”
I feel ashamed, but it doesn’t stop me. “I ache when I look at you.”
His voice drops to a deeper register, which resonates through me. “Where? Show me.”
I grip one of his hands and ease it between our bodies until his fingers lay over my panties at the level of my clit.
“I’m proud of you. I know it’s not easy, but you will always tell me when you want me, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
“What if you’re in a meeting? Or out of town?”
He dips his head and nips my chin with his teeth. “If I’m out of town, love, you’ll be with me. If I’m in a meeting, well, I’ll just have to guide you through what I want to do to you via email or text.”
It’s time to point out the obvious. “I don’t have a phone.”
He doesn’t respond to that because he’s too busy dragging his face down my front, bunching the silk up and away until his lips can touch my bare skin.
“You taste so delicious. Let me feel you come on my tongue.”
I don’t bother smothering the moan his words inspire. He drags my panties down my legs in one rough jerk. Then he’s nudging my thighs apart with his huge shoulders and lowering his face to my pussy.
“Do you want it fast, slow, soft, easy? Tell me what you’re in the mood for.”
I don’t tell him I’m in the mood to feel more than just his mouth. I’ll settle for this if it’s what he wants. “Fast and hard.”
“My favorite,” he murmurs against my wet skin. He doesn’t bother with niceties, going straight to my clit and sucking it hard.
I delve my fingers into his hair to give me an anchor, so I can watch his hips hump into the bed when I pull the strands hard enough to give him a little edge of pain.