There is no way I can describe the sensations that flooded through me at the penetration. Wild rapture, wicked excitement, concentrated desire, exquisite fire… Oh man, all of them and so much more.
“Holy fuck,” I cried out, clawing at his back and shoulders. In a distant part of my brain the word condom flashed over and over in neon red. The rest of my brain drowned in the absolute perfection of Lucas’s unadorned flesh embedded in mine.
“There’s nothing holy about this, Ronnie,” he growled in my ear as he slowly withdrew his thick length from my gripping sex.
I whimpered, staring into his eyes as he poised at the brink of slipping free of my pussy.
My folds framed the crown of his cock, a barely there connection more intense than it had a right to be.
“Now…I can do one of two things here,” he said, his body motionless, his eyes ablaze with hunger. “I can sink back into your tight, sweet pussy right now. I can fuck you the way I want to fuck you, naked and natural and without anything between us.”
My breath caught in my throat. My heart joined it.
“Or…” he continued, rolling his hips just enough to part my folds a little more with the head of his erection. “I can climb off this bed and go find a condom and then fuck you. Either way, I am fucking you.”
I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say.
An enigmatic shadow filled his eyes. “But I want you to know, Ronnie, there is no way I would do anything to cause you pain. I’m clean. Completely—”
Without a word, I wrapped my thighs around his hips and slammed him hard into my sex with one swift yank of my legs.
He groaned, pleasure etching his face.
“You trust me?” he asked, gazing into my eyes as he slowly stroked back out again.
I nodded, my head swimming at the incredible friction of his cock sliding against my flesh. “Insane, given the circumstances.”
He chuckled, dragging a thumb over my pebbled nipple. “There’s nothing insane about this, Ronnie. Nothing. This—” he inched back into my sex again, his thumb teasing my nipple as he did so, “—is the way it’s meant to be.”
And with that, he thrust all the way home until he filled me.
I arched beneath him, undone by the perfection of our joining, by the raw pleasure of it.
He captured the bowed column of my throat, his teeth nipping at my skin with barely restrained pressure.
I cried out, the pain of that bite flooding my sex with liquid need.
Biting on my throat again, sucking at it with equal hunger, he withdrew and then penetrated me again. And again.
I writhed and moaned and begged him to fuck me harder. Harder.
He did, the hand on my breast turning wild, his mouth on my throat the same.
When I couldn’t take any more, when I felt like I was about to explode and implode and shatter and fracture with sheer pleasure, he withdrew from me completely.
“What the fuck?” I protested on a moan.
He slid his body up mine, a hard caress that drove me wild. “You think I’m going to let you come so soon, Ronnie? When I’ve been waiting forever for this moment?”
I gasped out another moan, the frustrated breath captured by his savage kiss.
He took complete possession of my mouth, demanding I give him my tongue. I did, and he lashed it with his own, kneading my breast as he did so, his cock a rigid pole grinding against my wet pussy.
I clawed at his exquisite back, almost drowning in a raw rush of lust and pleasure.
No one in my sexual past had ever taken me like this. It was at once terrifying, exhilarating and amazing. I’d had dominating partners before, both male and female, but the way Lucas worked my body, my desire, was like a maestro.
It wasn’t until I felt him circle one of my wrists in a firm grip and yank my arm above my head—all while still fucking my mouth with his tongue—that I realized I’d lost all control of my body and want to him.