He dragged his teeth over my ribs and went to his knees, placing one wet, hard suck at my hip. Warm hands pushed my knees apart, and then those lips touched my inner thigh.
“Paris...” I didn't have any idea what I was saying. Was I begging him to stop? Hurry?
A quick burst of air, breathed over my wet cleft, was the only warning I got before he kissed my seam.
He didn't use his tongue to part me. He just kissed me, tongue thrusting into me like he'd kissed me earlier. His sigh was deep, guttural, and rattled as he held me open. I rocked toward him, realizing at the last second that the counter was nowhere near wide enough to hold me.
With an ever-so-graceful screech, I tumbled toward him. And thank god, he was more than a man, because he caught me gently and settled me right on the bathmat.
Twinkling blue eyes, narrowed with laughter he was trying to hide, held mine.
“Go ahead,” I said, blowing out a breath.
“With what?” he asked.
“You don't have anything to say about that move? The rock and tumble? I almost crushed you.”
That wiped the smile from his face. With a quick squeeze, he switched our positions. “Leo. You're beautiful.”
He looked at me like I was, but it was much harder to believe it, no matter what I told myself over and over.
“You don't believe me?” he asked.
“I'll get there,” I answered honestly. “I'm still fighting against the voice in my head telling me I'm not good enough for anyone. Especially someone as perfect as you.”
A shadow of sadness passed over his eyes as he dropped his forehead to mine. “I might be beautiful on the outside, Leo, but on the inside, I'm ugly. Dark. For the first time in my life, I feel like I might be more than what I've always thought I was. You're making me believe that.”
Slowly, he moved one hand from my head, down my ribs to my hip. “I'll make you believe it too. Even if it takes an eternity. I hope it does, actually. An eternity wouldn't be long enough with you.”
I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips as I moved my hands to his hips and pushed his pants over his ass. I wanted him against me. In me.
Paris was as desperate as me. He kneaded my breast, the grip just hard enough to be on the right side of painful. I squirmed, moving my hands up and down his sides, feeling every muscle flex with each roll of his hips.
I slid my hand past his pants and underwear, the back of my hand grazing his lower stomach and the wiry hair until I found his hard length.
Wrapping my hand around him, I tugged him until he was right where I wanted him. He was thicker than I imagined, and longer, but I was wet and aching for him.
His hips jerked, and he sucked in a breath as I tightened my grip, pulling up and down. Up and down.
Two hard pumps, and Paris was over my teasing. He flipped us, covering me with all of his warm, hard body until he could push the blunt tip of his cock into me.
“Shit.” He shut his eyes tight, rocked back on his heels, and dug through his pocket. The small square foil fell from his fingers as he tried to rip it open.
“I've got it.” I wasn't feeling much steadier, but I was committed, and I'd do just about anything to get him inside me.
As soon as I had the condom on, he exhaled. Slipping my arms under his, I curled my hands over his muscled back. He thrust against me, sliding between my legs, and then back to hold himself right at my core.
“I love you.” I kissed his chin. “I love you. I love you.”
Pumping into me, he groaned. He kissed me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he held himself inside me as deep as he could go.
That was the last thing I would remember. Everything after that was sensation. The rough bathmat on my back. Laughing as I pushed my hand against the tub when my head banged off the edge.
And Paris.
Pushing, pulling. Drilling into me until he gasped and I groaned, and he was spilling everything he had inside me. He came and came, and when I came down from my own high, I swore I could feel the hot wash of his release.
He retreated an inch, then pushed back in, and I was sure.