me up and I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. I can already feel his hard cock pressing against his jeans. I’m gently laid on the bed as I look up at the man who’s starred in so many of my fantasies.
Killer removes his cut and drapes it over the chair behind him. Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. As I lick my lips, he undoes his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. I can already see the head of his cock peeking out at me and I’m once again licking my lips.
“Sparrow, you need to stop lookin’ at me like that,” he growls out, running a hand up my stomach until he reaches my tit.
I arch up into his touch while never once taking my eyes off him. I’m still nervous as hell with Killer seeing my body for the first time. Honestly, that’s the only reason I’m nervous. I don’t expect much from the sex because I’ve only ever been with Neil and he was horrible.
“Get out of your head,” Killer demands, his voice soft and gentle. “It’s only the two of us in this room and there isn’t room for anyone else.”
Nodding my head, Killer lowers his head until I feel his hot breath fanning across my wet pussy. At the same time, he begins to pinch my nipple causing just a slight amount of pain. It sends shivers up my body as I try to close my legs on him. He doesn’t let me as his wide shoulders stop me from moving too much. Killer’s eyes lock with my own as his head lowers even more. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds has me arching off the mattress once more.
His hand leaves my nipple and it’s not long before Killer’s mouth is sucking my clit into his mouth. A finger enters my body. He slowly slides it in and out, curling it to hit that magic spot I’ve only read about in books. I moan out in response. Killer adds another finger as he continues to build my body up to the point of no return.
Killer alternates between sucking and biting my clit with sliding his tongue through my folds. His fingers slide in and out, moving when he switches out with his tongue. My entire body is quivering with need and want for the man playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. Still, it’s not enough to get me over the edge I’ve been hovering on for so long it feels like hours have passed.
“I need more,” I tell him, not stopping myself from voicing what I need from him.
Killer pulls back and I look down. His cock is leaking precum as our eyes meet once more. He brings his fingers up and sucks them into his mouth. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Our eyes never leave one another. Killer’s watching my every reaction while I’m looking at his body. Anywhere my eyes can land, I feast and take in every rippling muscle, scar, tattoo, and piercing. I’ll never get enough time to look at him and discover every inch of his body.
He finally gets rid of his jeans as I reach out to touch him. Killer stops me and I can feel his body shaking with holding himself back. I’m not sure if I want him to hold himself back or not. He wants me to be real with him and give him everything about me, that’s what I want from him too. It’s the only way things can work.
“Don’t,” I mutter, moving my eyes up to meet his. “I want all of you. I’m not glass that’s going to break and shatter into a million pieces. Give me all of you, Killer.”
“You call me Tristan when we’re alone. In here I’m not Killer to you,” he growls out once more.
Killer moves me up the bed so I’m resting against the pillows. His body covers mine, making me even hotter than I already am. My nipples rub against his chest, getting impossibly harder. Where I’m soft and curvy, Killer is all hard angles and muscles.
“We don’t have to do this,” he tells me as I look up at him with unsure eyes. “Gwen, I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
That right there is why I want this with Killer. He’s sweet, caring, and kind. He’d never take me against my will or do