make me wait any longer.”
One second I’m hovering over this giant alpha male of mine, and the next second I’m on my back, my arms planted above my head, my heart racing.
He’s staring down at me, and his gaze roams down my body and back up. His mouth crashes over mine, and he tips his head to one side to instantly deepen the kiss. His tongue is desperate. His moans are too.
When he breaks free, he’s breathing heavily. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Do you know how much I love you, sweet girl?”
“I can imagine,” I tease.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m so totally going to spank your bottom later this morning. The list of reasons is growing.”
I smile. “I can live with that.”
He releases my hands and props himself up on one hip next to me. He parts my legs with his knee and presses his thigh against my core.
I gasp and grab his biceps with the hand that’s not trapped above my head. I run my fingers up and down his muscular arm, loving the strength and power. His hand comes to my breast and I arch deliciously when he reverently thumbs my nipple. “I love it when you do that,” I breathe.
“I know you do, sweet girl. I’ll never tire of it either.” He switches to my other nipple and treats it to the same gentle touch before sliding his hand down my belly and cupping my pussy.
He watches my face as he drags his fingers through my wetness and circles my clit.
I bite my lip and dig my heels into the bed.
He slips one finger slowly into me. So slowly. Too slowly. I’m writhing by the time his palm is flattened against my clit. “Davis…”
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
“Please…” I put my hand on top of his and push, or maybe I pull. I need more.
Ignoring me, he eases his finger out and adds a second before pushing back in.
I gasp. It feels so damn good.
He pumps those two fingers in and out, still watching my face. “You want my cock, sweet girl?”
“God, yes. Please, Sir.”
I miss his touch when he pulls his fingers out, but I’m mesmerized when he licks them clean, moaning around my flavor. And then he rises up and shrugs out of his sleep pants.
I let my gaze roam down his body, taking in the tattoos on his biceps and then his firm pecs and six-pack abs before I reach his erection and try not to react. It’s the first actual penis I’ve seen in real life and it’s so huge. He’s kneeling next to me, his hand wrapped around his length, languidly sliding up and down. He’s giving me time to look at him.
“May I touch, Sir?”
He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his girth. I’m shocked when he releases me and drops his hands to his sides, letting me explore.
I’m stunned by how soft and smooth his cock is. And so big. Jesus. I’m trying not to be cliché and ask how the hell it’s going to fit, but seriously?
“Trust me, sweet girl, your body will stretch around me.”
I nod and trail a finger up and down the shaft until I reach the tip. Semen is leaking out and I drag my finger through it and bring it to my mouth. I want to taste him.
He groans while I lick the salty flavor off my finger. Before I have a chance to resume my exploration, he leans over me and reaches for the bedside table. A moment later, he’s back, rolling a condom down his length. “You’re going on birth control Monday morning, sweet girl.”
“Okay.” I’m not opposed to that plan.
He climbs between my legs and pushes them wide. His hands find mine and he threads our fingers together and presses our combined hands into the pillow above my head.
He holds my gaze. “Trust me, sweetie, okay?”
I nod. I’m scared though.
“I’ll go slow. It will hurt at first, but then your body will relax and it will change to the most exquisite feeling you’ve ever experienced.”
“How can you be sure?” I’m serious. Half the women I’ve heard in the dressing room at the club complain that sex is overrated and not worth it.
“Because we love each other and we want to please each other. And, well, because I’m not the kind of lover who would take from you without making sure you come at least two times to every one of mine.”
I giggle. “Then I’m way ahead of you and you have some catching up