I gripped him at the base, wrapping my fingers around the shaft.
He nudged my chin up, and I met his gaze.
“Been dying to watch you like this,” he confessed. “Two weeks I’ve been watching, wanting. Now I get to see you up close.”
I blew out a breath, my grip tightening on his impressive cock.
Vonn wanted to see me.
The man I’d dreamed about since my twenties was seeing me. Not Addison and Shane’s mom. Not Ryan’s ex-wife. Not the woman handing over change at the sports boosters concession stand.
Me.
“It’s been a little longer for me,” I confessed. “A few decades. Sure hope you live up to the hype.”
He responded with a chuckle and a stinging slap to my behind. “Funny, sweetheart. Very funny.”
Then neither of us was laughing. His hand covered mine on his erection, and he gave a few quick, savage pumps. My fingers slicked against the smooth flesh as a thick drop of moisture pearled at the tip.
My heart rate was rocketing. We weren’t even officially naked yet and I could barely catch my breath.
“We’ve got all night, sweetheart. But this first time’s gonna be fast and hard,” he warned. “We’ll circle back to foreplay after.”
We took turns stripping each other of our clothing before resuming our position. Vonn produced a condom and rolled it down his swollen length, gritting his teeth at the sensation. Then he gripped me by the hips and lowered me until the broad head of his penis was just parting my opening.
I was slick with need. Aching to be taken. I shifted and hissed out a breath as the first two inches breached me.
“Damn it, baby,” he whispered. “Fuck.” His fingers tightened their grip on my hips, and he yanked me the rest of the way down as he gave one vicious upthrust.
The intensity of his invasion made me dizzy. Stretched. Full. Overwhelmed. The pleasure laced with just a sliver of pain from his size. I was reclining against his thighs, my knees pressing into his shoulders.
It was beautiful.
We were beautiful.
Moving together. Working together. Partners worshiping each other. Vonn’s cool blue eyes burned with a fire and never left me.
“So fucking beautiful, Brooke,” he whispered.
Bringing my hands to his shoulders, I shifted forward, wincing at the change in angle that granted him an even deeper access.
“So are you,” I whispered. My teeth grazed his neck as my hips rolled against him.
He wrapped his arms around me and held on tight. Thrusting into me fast and hard. The sounds of our flesh sliding and slapping a sinful new soundtrack to the winter night.
I felt it building, felt the first flutters of my inner walls.
“Christ. That’s right, baby. I can feel you getting ready to let go,” he groaned against me and then his teeth sank into my shoulder. “Show me how hard my dick makes you come.”
The bite coupled with the demand left me no choice but to do as he ordered.
One second, I was Brooke Zimmerman, middle-aged empty nester. The next, I was a sex goddess hurtling into an orgasm so violent I worried I might die.
My vision grayed as the waves of pleasure pounded me mercilessly. I felt my inner walls clamp down hard on his straining erection as my thighs quivered and my head spun.
“Vonn!”
He was turning me inside out. Tearing me apart and reassembling me into something new.