I swallowed. “How do you feel about that?”
He hesitated, propping himself up on his elbow so he could trace down between my breasts with his square fingertips. There was a long moment of silence and in it I found the uncomfortable answer to my question.
My nipples tightened even as my stomach clenched.
Did I want it to hurt a little? Or was I just aroused by his desire for me? My throat was dry and my heart beat like a bird fluttering in my chest. I turned my face up and he bent, capturing my mouth with gentle strokes. His lips grew more insistent, parting mine, and his tongue explored my mouth. When he drew back, I was gasping for the breath he’d stolen from my lungs.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “I can be gentle.”
“Can you just get it over with?” I asked in a rush.
His gaze moved over my face, studying me. “No.”
“What?”
“No, I want an orgasm first.”
“From me?”
He positioned himself between my legs again. I locked eyes with him, his amber gaze glittering, and he bent in an elegant movement. His tongue snaked out and ran hot over my sex. Pleasure spiked and my inner walls clenched, fluttering in a series of quick pulses. My fingers curled in the sheets and my hips shuddered. This was so much more than I’d ever imagined it would be.
“I want you to come for me, kitten,” he said against my pussy. “I want to taste you, I want to feel your soaked pussy all over my face. I want your hands in my hair while you grind on my mouth.”
I let my head fall back. Giving in to him just for tonight. Like an animal with its slain prey, he dragged me down and buried his face between my thighs. Eating me without mercy. I was so wet and ready, so aroused I could feel the blood pounding in my clit as he worked it with his tongue. My body burned with sweet, hot ecstasy.
Something twinged in the darkness, a hot itch rising inside me. My head thrashed and my hips shook as an orgasm began building. Then, just as he gathered my clit between his lips and flicked, it burst. Hot surges spiraling into nothingness, pounding through my body like a drum.
I cried out, unable to keep quiet.
He groaned, sucking gently as the pleasure ebbed, his hips grinding mindlessly into the bed. When he lifted his mouth, his eyes were hazy like he was drunk on me. He ran a hand over the lower half of his face and got to his knees. I lay there, helplessly weak, as he unfastened his shirt and let it fall from his torso.
I knew he was good looking, but I hadn’t anticipated how breathtaking he could be with his chest bare and the light glinting from his tattoos. His pecs were perfectly hard and they flexed as he reached down to unfasten his belt. His abdominal muscles were defined, all the way down to the V going down into his pants. The ones that he was now unfastening and pulling off to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his thighs.
“I think you’re ready for me, kitten,” he said, sliding his body up mine and kissing my mouth again.
He reached between us and shoved aside his underwear. My mouth went dry and I looked down, my eyes falling on the thick cock between our bodies. My whole body froze, thoroughly intimidated. I’d seen cocks in paintings and on statues, but I’d never seen one in real life. And I preferred reading my porn over watching it. For some reason, I’d expected it to be smaller. After all, didn’t men walk around with them somehow tucked beneath the flat front of their pants?
It was definitely not small. I winced as he shifted closer and the round head brushed over my clit.
“Wait,” I breathed, putting my hand to his bare chest.
“What is it?” His voice was tight.
I struggled for words, unsure what I needed.
“It’s too…I don’t think you can just put that inside me,” I whispered. “It’s not going to fit.”
The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. His head bent, his mouth meeting mine with slow strokes. Kissing me softly until my body began relaxing into the pillows. His hips shifted and hot hardness worked against my pussy. Vying for entrance.
I jerked, clinging to his forearms. His mouth pulled from mine and he kissed my throat gently, kneading my hip with soft strokes of his palm. He reached between us and a little pain shot through me as the blunt, thick head of his cock entered me. He stilled, pulling back so he could look into my eyes.
“How does it feel, kitten?”
“It just hurts,” I whimpered. “But I can do it.”
“I know you can. Now I want you to do something for me,” he said softly. “Look up at the ceiling and tell me how many lights are in that chandelier.”
“What?”