My free hand went to my breast, capturing my nipple and almost detonating my body into the atmosphere, while I watched his perfectly toned abs ripple as he bent over and tugged his jeans off. I almost had to fan myself, my hands itching to touch him, to know he’s real and right now he was mine.
Eagle stalked forward, forcing me to sit a little straighter as he came at me with such an intimidating stare. “I wanna touch you, trace every fucking part of you, and see just how many ways I can make you come,” he murmured, grabbing my hips and pushing me further back on the bed before crawling over the top of me and forcing me onto my back. My body shivered in anticipation, his words making my hips move on their own, desperate to have him inside me. “But I ain’t got the patience for that right now because all I can think about is how good my name sounds falling from your lips.”
His cock nudged my clit, and I latched onto his arms as he held his body above mine. My nails dug into his skin as just that one touch almost sent me over the edge.
He ground his hips forward again, this time, finding precisely the right spot and slipping inside me. “Damn Sky,” he hissed, closing his eyes.
My mouth fell open in total awe of just how fucking good he felt, sliding ever so slowly inside me, filling me up to the damn brim. “Wow,” I gasped softly, but the word was barely comprehensible, even to me. When he bottomed out, he pushed a little further, just to give that jolt of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure.
He drew back and continued to torment me with slow strokes, in and out, letting me feel everything, making me beg for more.
“Eagle,” I moaned, raising my hips to try and get him moving faster. It only brought a fucking smirk to his face though, and he looked down at me like he was waiting for me. “Please.”
He hooked his arm under one of my legs and pushed it closer to my body, creating a new angle. One hard thrust and I let out a surprised and excited cry, his cock hitting the exact spot I needed.
“Is that it, right there?” he taunted, doing it again and getting the same response.
My heart pounded in my chest, knowing if he would just keep going, that I would no doubt explode into a million pieces within seconds. But he was determined to torture me, I had no fucking idea why.
“You’re an asshole,” I told him through gritted teeth as I tried to balance that line between seeing my orgasm on the horizon, but then watching it slip away when he retreated.
“Maybe that’s my plan,” he threw back as he pressed in again, holding my body captive on the brink of ecstasy. “Get you to think I’m an asshole, so you don’t see this coming.”
The air left my lungs as he rapidly began thrusting inside me, hard and fucking fast. I couldn’t catch my breath.
My heart pounded, my body tingled.
It was like I could feel everything and nothing at the same time.
The burning fire was already lit, it had been slowly burning, but now, Eagle had thrown on some gasoline, and within seconds, I was bursting into flames.
“Oh my fucking God, Eagle!”
He didn’t stop. He didn’t give up as a wave of heat crashed over me and my body bowed off the bed, my pussy clenching so hard around his cock that I was surprised he could even move it.
“Oh! Eagle… shit!”
Abruptly, his length slipped out, and he threw himself backward, grabbing his cock in his hand and jerking it hard. I’d never seen anything as erotic as him towering over me, his cum spouting out and over my stomach and breasts. His muscles were clenching, his body coiled so fucking tight.
“Fuck,” he cursed, pumping every last drop of cum out while his free hand wiped away the sweat lining his brow. “Holy shit,” he growled, watching the last drop fall onto my skin and sitting back to admire his masterpiece.
The air in the room was hot and humid. I struggled to find my breath, my whole body feeling electrified.
“Damn you look good like that,” he murmured quietly, his breathing heavy and uneven.
My own body was still trying to keep up, my hips moving on their own as my pussy continued to deal with the aftershock of the quick but intense orgasm. “That was…” I laughed, clutching the blanket below me in my hand, so tight my fingers were hurting.
His fingers trailed up the inside of my legs as I continued to lay there, fully open to him. He seemed mesmerized as he dipped his head and pressed his lips against my sensitive skin. “I know. I want to take things slow, touch every fucking part of you, learn every inch, but I get my damn hands on you and lose every competent thought in my damn brain, and all I can focus on is hearing you scream my name, because damn that shit is everything.”
He stared down at me, his eyes glazed with some kind of emotion that was new and one that both delighted and frightened me.
This was the time where brothers got up, dusted their hands off and walked out as I waved them goodbye. But he wasn’t moving, he was watching me, touching me, talking about learning my body.
He was looking at me like there could be something more.
And I could feel myself hoping that maybe there was.
I tried to tell myself this was bad.
Then why the hell did it feel so damn good?