more he looked at her, the more he thought he’d never seen a woman so absolutely gorgeous, especially in the throes of sexual need. She was definitely a true redhead with her pale skin. He decided he might want a little landing strip where all those curls were. Or the curls. They were sexy. But the landing strip would show more of her and give him more to explore and her more to feel.
He circled the thick girth of his cock with his hand, his heart pounding right through the thick vein, thundering through the blood filling that steel spike until he thought he might explode. He had to force calm into his voice. Force that low velvet command he knew she needed. Her eyes clung to his face and then dropped to his cock. She licked her lips, her eyes so darkly sensual a groan escaped him.
“Wrap your legs around my hips, Scarlet.”
She did so immediately, without hesitation or question, her eyes remaining on his cock. He pumped his tight fist up and down, needing the shattering pleasure shooting through his body, and then without further preamble he lodged the broad head into the slick heat of her entrance. His breath hissed out of his lungs.
“That’s good, baby. Now put your arms up over your head.”
She licked her lips and did what he told her. Blood pounded through his veins and hammered through his cock. She was so perfect. The action took those perfect breasts and jutted them straight up, so her nipples rose toward the canopy and let him see how excited she was. He could see the flush over her entire body. More importantly, she obeyed him without question, something he needed from her.
He pushed steadily, watching her face. She was so fucking tight it shocked him. She was scorching hot. He didn’t back off, not for a second, watching her the entire time, those green eyes, the shock on her face as he pressed into her slowly, letting the burn consume them both. She started to buck her hips, to press herself onto him, and he shook his head, stopping her. He wanted a slow invasion, inch by slow inch. Taking her over. Letting her feel him coming into her. Letting her know who he was.
“Don’t move your arms, not until I tell you, that’s so perfect. You’re so beautiful.” She was. In every way. He reached down and caught her right leg, wrapping his hand around her thigh and rubbing soothingly. “That’s it, miledi. Do you feel me inside of you? That’s where I belong. Right there. Sharing your body. Your skin. Tell me how it feels for me to be inside you.”
Her breathing was so ragged at first, he didn’t think she would be able to talk to him, but her gaze had jumped to his the moment he spoke. She was learning what he liked—what he demanded. “It burns. So hot. You’re so big.” Each word was punctuated by a gasping breath.
“Do you want me to stop?” He paused, watching her carefully.
“No.” She wailed the denial and again tried to push her hips down on him, thrashing a little. Her breasts jolted and swayed, so beautiful. So sexy. But he couldn’t let her take over.
He stopped her, digging fingers into one hip and her thigh. “We’ll get there. Take a deep breath and relax for me. I’m not going to tear you or do any damage. You’re tight, Scarlet. You’re ready for me, but damn tight. Let me do this right.”
He kept his voice pitched low. The temptation to use his gift was so overwhelming he had to take several deep breaths of his own to back off from the lure of what he knew would be an additional turn-on for him.
He continued to rub her thigh soothingly and pressed steadily and very slowly forward. It felt like fucking heaven and burned like fucking hell. Little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He refused to give in to the need to slam into her and bury himself deep. Not yet. Soon, he consoled himself, just not yet.
“This little pussy is mine for a reason, baby. It feels so fucking perfect, doesn’t it? It’s never been this good, has it?”
She shook her head adamantly, more of her red hair spilling everywhere. “No, never.”
The admission was the truth. He was touching her skin without gloves and he could hear lies, but more, when he touched any pulse point, he knew the truth, and