He watched and waited as I pressed my mouth to his chest. My lips lingered over his heart, which was beating hard and fast, before I trailed kisses down his chest toward the waistband of his jeans. He inhaled sharply when my tongue darted out and dipped into his navel.
He lifted me up to him as his hands pulled through my hair, fisting it just at my nape to hold my head steady, before he plunged right in: sealing his mouth over mine. Even though my eyes were closed, they still rolled into the back of my head. We tumbled backward onto the bed, which drew a laugh from me and to think I could laugh at a moment when every nerve in my body was heating to a combustible level was amazing.
Bastian's body was being cradled by mine; his arms were holding him up so he could look down at me. It was only love and anticipation I felt then. He clearly read my thoughts when I saw the smile that cracked over his face seconds before his mouth covered mine.
His lips glided over my collarbone and down to the swells of my breasts. I didn't realize his fingers were on my bra clasp until he flicked it open. Heat and lust burned in his gaze before his head lowered and he touched his tongue to me. I felt that all the way down to my toes. And when he sucked me into his mouth, I lifted up and offered him more as I grabbed his head and held him there. He moved his mouth lower, pressing kisses down my belly, until he reached my jeans. His head lifted and his eyes were so dark just as his fingers worked at the button. Moments later he was pulling the zipper down. His fingers curling at my waist, as he peeled my jeans and panties down my legs, had me feeling almost desperate to feel him inside me. I was completely naked, spread out on the bed like some sacrifice, and Bastian looked his fill.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
His gaze lifted to mine as he unsnapped his jeans and yanked them off. I followed the denim down his legs and when he straightened, my heart jumped into my throat. He was exquisite, his body so flawlessly beautiful. I kneeled in front of him again. I hesitated, looking at the part of him that most interested me, but my need for him was stronger than my nervousness as I wrapped my hand around him. His hips jerked as he closed his eyes on a moan. His hand wrapped around mine and he moved it up the length of him showing me what he liked. It was a heady experience knowing that my touch drove him crazy. He didn't let me play for long before he pulled me onto the bed and covered my body with his own. His legs spread mine even wider just before his hand moved down between our bodies. He touched me, right where I ached, a slow brush over that nub before he moved lower. My breath hitched in my throat when he pushed one finger inside me.
“You're so tight.” He whispered but his eyes never left mine. He circled me, stretching, before he pulled out leaving me feeling empty. My hips moved, eager for him to do that again and he did, but this time with his tongue.
“Oh, my God, Bastian.”
I had never felt anything so incredible. There was a part of me shy that he kissed me there, but there was an even bigger part of me that loved he was kissing me there. His tongue moved over me, tasting and exploring and I couldn't help moving against his mouth. The ache that started in my stomach now took over my entire body. I felt as if I was about to burst, the sensation intensifying when Bastian slipped two fingers into me and sucked on the sensitive place between my legs. My body splintered apart and I cried out from the magnitude of the orgasm. He lingered a moment, his tongue lapping up the moisture between my thighs before he kissed his way up my body: taking his time when he reached my breasts. His hand moved down between my legs and when his fingers pushed into me, I lifted my hips to take him deeper. He moved with deliberateness, sliding his fingers in and out, all the while feasting on my breasts until I felt the ache again.
He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom. I couldn't take my eyes from the sight of him slipping it on because I was impatient to feel him inside me. He didn't make me wait long. He settled between my legs as the hard tip of him pushed at my opening.
“I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt.”
His mouth settled over mine and I tasted my own arousal on his tongue which turned me wanton just as he shifted his hips and pushed into me. He was only about halfway in when I wrapped my legs around him and forced him to me, needing to feel him in me. I felt the pain, but it was nothing next to the feeling of being connected to this boy. He started to move slowly at first and I felt my body start that climb again as lust twisted in my belly. Any lingering shyness faded as a boldness came over me, desperate to reach climax with Bastian. My hands moved all over him, but it was the feel of him so hard pushing so deeply inside me that had me grabbing his ass, urging him to go even deeper. This time when I came, I felt his magnificent body tense and watched as his own orgasm moved through him. The sight was so raw and sexy.His eyes opened and the soft look that spread over his face, stilled my heart.
“I love you, Lark.”
And then my heart leapt as love burned through me. “I love you.”
Still inside me, he brushed his fingers across my cheek. “I wasn't too rough?”
“No, oh my God, Bastian, no. That was...amazing.”
He pressed his lips to mine in the sweetest of kisses before he pulled from me, rolled from the bed and headed to the bathroom. My eyes were glued to him, watching as he came back to me gloriously naked. He settled in bed, pulling me into his arms. “You sure you're okay?”
“Okay? Bastian that was so much better than I imagined and I imagined it crazy good.”
He looked a bit smug and he should because, wow.
“You're really mine now.” he whispered.
“I was already yours.”
***
I woke in the middle of the night to the sight of Bastian sleeping soundly at my side. My thoughts turned to earlier as a warmth burned through me. I knew sex with Bastian was going to be incredible, but even my imaginings paled in comparison.
Climbing from bed, I went to the bathroom, where I flicked on the light so I could study myself in the mirror. I didn't look any different, but I felt different; felt a connection to Bastian that was as binding as the handcuffs had been during my stint as Victory. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear him in the hall until he appeared in the mirror behind me, looking all disheveled and sleepy.
“Are you okay?” He asked groggily.
“I feel wonderful.”
“You’re sure I didn't hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me.” I lowered my head as my heart started pounding just thinking about it. I turned my gaze back to him. “It really was amazing.”
Something sinful flashed over his face. His arms wrapped around me right before his lips brushed across my cheek. “You're amazing.”
My body started to burn and I wanted him again. He knew what I was thinking because I felt his body grow hard. He lifted me into his arms before he kissed me, and then he started back to the bedroom. “My thoughts exactly.”