scored his skin, and he hissed in my ear, his still clothed cock jumping against my thigh.
“I hate clothes,” he muttered, easing back enough that we could fight to yank my dress over my head. It landed somewhere on the floor and his fingers dipped to the clasp of my bra. The rasp of fabric seemed like the last lock giving way. The last part of myself hidden away, although he’d seen my breasts before.
But there would be no stopping now.
My bra joined my dress on the floor, and he drew my arms slowly upward as he strummed his hand over me like he was playing an instrument. Learning my curves and hollows on a path to twisting first one nipple then the other. He kneeled while I sat, and the way he loomed over me made my blood hum.
His touch turned rougher, one hand diving into my messy updo while the other teased my breasts until I verged on insanity.
Finally, he undid his pants. His movements were methodical, completely unrushed. I couldn’t keep still, but he took his time to tug his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs. That was as far as he got before I drew him into my mouth, gripping the base as best I could because holy shit, he was big. And hard.
And big.
From the hiss he released, he didn’t mind my efforts, so I redoubled them, learning him with my lips and tongue and eager fingers. The earthy scent of him had me pushing to take more, to swallow him deeper. With my other hand, I reached down to touch myself, but I didn’t get far. He blinked through the haze and saw the direction of my hand and yanked it up to his chest, holding it over his stampeding heart.
Never saying a word. Never relenting from his unhurried thrusts between my lips.
I lost myself in pleasuring him. His uneven breaths and the minute flutters in the head of his cock against my tongue spurred me on. I reached underneath to cup him where he was soft and vulnerable, and his hand disappeared into my hair again to gently cup the base of my head. After a moment, he nudged me off his cock and stared at me in the darkness, his eyes glowing in the firelight.
“When I’m inside you,” he gritted out. “That’s how we’re both going to come tonight.”
I scooted up the bed until I could recline against the pillows. I spread my legs slowly and cupped my breasts in offering.
If my hands shook, he couldn’t see it in the darkness. I hoped.
He growled and finally took off his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way and dropped them to the floor. He moved between my splayed legs and gripped my hips, hauling me up against him so I was sitting on his lap. I twined my arms and legs around him, so close we were practically one. My breasts pressed to his chest and his cock bobbed between us, trailing wetness over my flame-hot skin.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
I eased back to see his face. Somehow I knew that wasn’t a question he’d asked before.
In answer, I kissed him.
He scooped me up in his arms again and surprised me by laying me back into the pillows. And when my leg anchored on his waist, he slipped into me as if we’d both been waiting for this day and could finally exhale.
Finally, finally, he was inside me, filling all the parts of me that had been so achingly empty.
He dropped his forehead to mine and panted against my lips. “Just give me a second to make sure I’m still alive.”
I had to laugh even through my wince as he pulled out and pushed in again, somehow feeling even fuller. I was stuffed to the max, and I couldn’t do anything but whimper for more.
He’d told me to take. I could do nothing but.
When he moved too fast and I grimaced at the bounce of my sore head against the pillows, he reached up to slide his hand into my hair, tenderly cushioning his thrusts. Unwinding me until I trembled around him, my nails searing down his back to dig into his ass.
I didn’t even have the breath to say I wanted more. Yet he took my cues, driving me harder, his wide hand still so carefully holding my head. He kissed me sweetly, his kisses as long as his strokes. My leg started to jerk and