suit rubbed over my naked skin. There was something powerful and liberating being naked under a fully clothed man. "This isn’t fair."
He winged an eyebrow up at me. "Oh?"
"You're still in your suit and here I am in only my underwear. That needs to change." I reached up to undo one button, then the next down his soft white shirt. "I want to see you.”
He sat up, his legs straddling me where I was already wet. He’d predicted it out in the sunshine. Even if I hadn’t been then, one look from his deep and piercing eyes would have been enough to soak my panties.
Out in the gardens, where everything had been normal, I had pretended to understand what it meant to want. In these first moments with his gaze on my naked body, I finally truly understood desire.
Aric made quick work of shrugging out of his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. His muscles rippled as he pulled off his shirt and, with a quick flex, threw the garment over his shoulder. "Better?"
"Yes." I grabbed his hand to pull him down, desperate to get my lips and hands on him. Smooth skin stretched taut over his hard muscle. When he lay over me, the hard bulge in his pants pressed against my core. Tentatively reaching down, I touched the material of his trousers where they strained around him.
"Don’t push me, Siren," he growled. I reached up and felt the way his muscles bunched at his shoulders—saw the way his jaw clenched tight from what I could only assume was a blinding pressure. The same pressure I felt myself.
"I like knowing I challenge your control," I purred as I ran a hand down his chest to return to his pants. "How long have you wanted me?" My hand brushed against my breast, too uncertain to tempt him in the way I truly wanted to.
His head dipped and I let out another gasp, my eyes going unfocused when his tongue found the hard, pebbled nipple of my left breast. With his right hand, he reached into the waist of my panties and shoved them down my body.
His hands touched the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart as he stared down at me. The intensity of his gaze on the most intimate part of me sparked a new life to the desire coursing through my veins. He leaned into me, touching a finger to the heat at the apex of my thighs as his tongue trailed over the curve of my breast slowly. With a thumb rocking at my clit in a gentle motion, he pressed a single finger to my entrance and pushed inside slowly.
“So wet for me, my Siren,” he said, his mouth a fiery brand against my skin.
"Yes," I gasped as he slipped a second finger inside me, stopping just before the thin membrane that I knew was a sign of my innocence. He pumped in and out slowly, the new, dueling sensations of torment and rapture twining so closely together, all I could do was surrender before them.
His thumb pressed harder, and it was a delicious feeling I’d felt from my own hands before, but never from the hands of a man.
"I need to be inside you." His hand left me and I felt empty, a void waiting to be filled by him again. To be driven to the edge of madness before coming back down to earth, sane and sated.
More quickly than he'd with for his shirt and jacket, he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down to reveal the impressive, hard length of him. I felt a moment of panic when I thought of how impossible it would be for him to fit inside me, even as I spread my legs further in anticipation.
I bent forward, wondering how he would feel in my hand. As my grip wrapped around him, the steely hardness surprised me, the moisture at the tip slicking my thumb as I ran it over his head. Aric's eyes burned into mine as he fused our lips together and laid me back down onto the mattress. "Relax for me," he coaxed as I felt the tip of his head rub up against my slit.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He stood up and rooted in the inside pocket of his coat before coming up with a foil-wrapped package. I watched in fascination as he slipped the condom on over his rock-hard length.
I opened my mouth to thank him for thinking of