Desperate need seers through my bloodstream. I rock my hips to meet his movements, grinding on his fingers and palm.
“In a hurry?” He smiles against my skin, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
I want to yell in frustration at his unhurried approach. My body screams for release at the sensations of his soft stubble against my sensitive flesh, the way his mouth closes around me, tugging and playing. His fingers twisting and swirling inside, touching deep every few strokes, toying with me at what’s coming.
An idea flashes through my mind, and I yank the towel at his waist. The second my hand closes around his dick, his body shudders.
I’ve been shamelessly dreaming of this since the tease in the shower. The first sight of him naked was luscious, but actually touching him is far better. Long, thick, hard as steel, yet the skin is smooth and soft. I scrape my nails gently up and down. His cock lurches in my hand when I circle his piercing and rub around the crown and metal.
“Fuck, Harley.”
“Hmmmm,” I utter innocently, hoping he feels a fraction of my burning desire.
His face comes to mine, a chill racing over my skin at the smoldering lust in his eyes. His fingers move faster, this time testing how far they can go, and my breathing shallows. I try to play his game, stroking him at the same pace, but it’s no use. He strums his thumb along my clit, and I convulse in response.
“Come for me.” The roughness in his command is all it takes.
The orgasm washes through me as his mouth covers mine, taking my whimpers. He removes his fingers and pulls away when I grab the back of his neck, scared he’s about to stop this.
“Condom, baby,” he eases my mind.
Condom, of course.
But wait, do I want there a condom between us? I may not be experienced in sexual activity, but we love each other. This is a conversation couples have… even if it is uncomfortable. He reads my hesitation wrong and cups my jaw.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to rush.”
“No, I don’t want a condom. I’m on birth control. Are you…? I mean, when’s the last time?”
Hell, Harley, get a grip, this is Achilles. We’ve been in each other’s lives far too long, and now’s not the time to clamp up with cold feet.
“Are you clean?” The question comes out in a whisper.
“I’m clean.”
“Then just you.”
Something similar to fascination crosses his expression before he crushes my body to his, lifting to situate me in the middle of the bed.
He braces on his elbows, locking eyes with mine. I wrap my thighs around his waist, feeling his firmness twitch at the contact.
“Any time you want me to stop, you tell me.”
“I won’t want you to stop.”
His finger sifts through the hair at my temple. Holding my stare, he rocks his hips up and down until he’s at my entrance, the cool metal pushing through. Carefully and slowly, he sinks in, stopping too soon. Concern and worry show clearly on his face. I shift upward and feel a tight pinch at the penetration.
“I’m fine.” The discomfort eases and is replaced by a foreign sensation of him filling me.
He sinks in further, stretching me as my muscles constrict around the invasion. His forehead drops to mine, and I know he’s holding back. The boldness from this morning resurfaces and I pivot my hips, taking more of him, and then thrust until he’s skin to skin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bites out, as if in pain. “Goddamn, Harley. Don’t move or I’m gonna fucking blow.”
The timing sucks, but I can’t help but giggle at his glower. He’s on the verge of losing control, and it’s all because of me. His eyes darken and he moves, his jaw tight with each shallow thrust. His cock pulses, and the barbell scales along my walls with each stroke.
“Beautiful.” He braces up on his arms, glancing down in between us before bringing his gaze back to mine.
I move with him, rolling and moaning at the contact. His speed increases, pumping harder. A burst of pleasure ripples through me when he rubs against my clit. I thought it was rare to enjoy your first time and almost impossible to come, but neither is true.
Watching him drive into me over and over, his sexy tattooed chest before me with the date we met inked into his skin, the power on his face—all of it proves my assumption was a lie.
Anticipation and desire build as the friction increases. I tighten my inner muscles, trying to suck him deeper inside.
“Harley,” he grounds out in warning.
“You feel amazing.” I don’t recognize the hoarse, raspy voice that comes out of my mouth. His eyes blaze darker, that control about to tip.
“Come for me, baby. I need you there.”
I unlatch my legs and plant my feet on the bed, surging up and tilting down.