I don’t need to hear more.
I heard everything when he came in the foyer.
The groan that fell from his parted lips was born from somewhere deep inside of him. It was a combination of giving in and the frustration I knew he felt since he’d given up control to me.
But he didn’t give it up. I took it.
I wanted him so much. The desire took hold of me like a captor when we were on the subway.
We were fully clothed, but I could feel his erection pressing into me. I could tell he was thick, long, and achingly hard.
All I could think about was getting my mouth on him, so I could watch the accomplished, successful, arrogant businessman come undone under my touch.
I roll onto my back on his bed so I can look into his face.
There’s enough light trailing in from the hallway and the floor-to-ceiling window that I can make out every contour of his face and the sharp edge of his trimmed beard.
“You put on a condom,” I whisper as his lips press into the soft skin just below my belly button.
“I did, but I want to be bare when I fuck you,” he confesses. “I’m clean. I’ll get another test if you need that, but I won’t press for something that intimate until you’re ready.”
Something that intimate.
Something that would make me feel so vulnerable.
“The thought of you filled with my cum makes me feel…” His voice trails. “I want to be inside of you.”
I shift my body, so my legs part slightly. “I want that.”
“You’re not ready.” His fingers drift from my stomach to my inner thigh. “You’re tight. I’ll hurt you.”
I drop a hand to cover his. I guide him to run his fingertips over my core. “I’m ready, Saint.”
His eyes find mine. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“For you,” I manage to whisper the words. “What we did in the foyer. That was hot.”
His eyes widen. “You’re telling me? I’ve never come that hard before until now.”
“Until now,” I echo.
He moves quickly, parting my legs with his body. He settles between them, his eyes never leaving mine. “That was incredible, but coming inside you is going to undo me. I know that.”
I look into his eyes. “I’m nervous. I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
He pushes a strand of my hair back from my forehead. “I’ll be gentle until you beg me not to be.”
“I will beg for that,” I whisper. “I want it hard. I want to feel you deep.”
Before I can say another word, he’s lining himself up to my entrance. With a sudden push, he’s inside of me. It’s a lot, almost too much.
I whimper.
“Calliope.” His voice is tender, soothing, and calming in the middle of this storm of need enveloping me. “Easy. We’ll go slow.”
He plunges forward, each thrust deeper than the last until he’s settled inside me.
I look into his face. “Sean.”