down on top of me with his heavy weight.
I move, adjusting my arms so I can slide my hands up the back of his shirt. I’m greeted with warm skin that’s soft compared to the muscles underneath. He pulls his mouth from mine and leans back, looking into my eyes once more as he slips his hands behind my back and unhooks my bra, while I pull up his shirt until he’s forced to lean back to remove it. I take in every detail of him—his wide, hard chest, defined abs, and the small trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. My hands shake as I place them against his skin and slide them down over the contoured muscles.
He pops the button on my jeans, then releases the zipper, and his fingers slide across my stomach just under the edge of my panties. My muscles contract, and more wet heat pools between my legs. I lift my hips as he pulls my jeans and panties off, tossing them out of the way. Completely naked and exposed, I don’t feel vulnerable or nervous. My body is on fire, and my mind is foggy with need.
When his hands slide up to my knees, I open for him. His head drops forward while his light touch moves up my inner thighs. I don’t have a moment to prepare for his mouth on me, his hot, wet tongue sliding up before his lips close around my clit. My eyes roll back into my head, and my fingers lace into his hair, holding him exactly where he is. My feet dig into the mattress, and he groans as I grind myself against him while he flicks my clit and sucks it hard.
As he slips two fingers inside me, rubbing them against my G-spot, my head thrashes, and stars begin dancing behind my closed eyelids as I come. Still on the high from my orgasm, I feel his lips trail to my knee, and I slowly open my eyes. I watch him with my chest heaving as he gets off the bed to remove his boots and take off his jeans and boxers.
He takes out a foil packet from his wallet, then tosses the wallet to my bedside table, where it slides across the smooth surface before landing on the floor. When my gaze meets his, I watch his eyes roam over me as he wraps his hand around his hard length. My mouth waters. He’s perfect everywhere; even his cock is perfect, long and thick, the veins defined as they stand out.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe.
“I was thinking the same thing.” He places one knee on the bed and then the other, settling between my legs. His palms wrap around my face, and his fingers slowly slide back into my hair. “The first time I saw you, you took my breath away. I thought I dreamed you up. There was no other explanation for the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen just falling through my window.” He grins, and I start to laugh. “I love that sound.”
My heart skips a beat on the word love, and I lean up, pressing my lips to his, not wanting him to see what he already means to me in such a short time.
He takes over the kiss, and we explore each other, using our hands, lips, teeth, and tongues. When I wrap my hand around his hard length, I listen to him hiss. “Fuck.”
“I need you,” I whisper against his lips.
“You’ve got me.” He thrusts into my hold. “Fuck, you’ve had me since the moment we met.” He leans back on his knees and rips open the condom packet with his teeth. He slides it down his length, and my pussy contracts in anticipation of having him inside me.
When he leans over me, his weight settling between my thighs and his fist by my head, I lift my hips. I feel the head of his cock where I need him most and moan. I can’t wait to feel him filling me. I can’t wait to feel all of him. He slides inside me slowly, breathing heavily, and when the tip of his cock hits my G-spot, I circle him with my legs. His body stills for a moment as I adjust to his size. He begins to move, his pace speeding up, and I urge him on, needing more.
“You’re going to kill me.” His breath whispers across my lips as his pace picks up.
I lift