me quivering and clenching in no time. Whenever I needed to feel just that little bit more, he gave me that too.
He was exquisitely rough and perfectly gentle at the same time. In the back of my mind, I awarded him a gold star. There was no over-stimulation, no uncertainty, and no stopping or breaking his rhythm at inopportune times.
When I got to that point where I needed to be filled, he slid two thick fingers into me without me having to say a word. My mind melted out of existence as I moaned and bucked my hips against his face.
Between his mouth and fingers, he hit every spot imaginable and teased every nerve I had out of hiding. Tension built and built until it hooked below my belly button and the dam burst. Whimpers fell from my lips as my fingers twisted into his soft hair.
Pleasure yanked me into its grip with that hook, and there was no getting away from it as it crashed over me in wave after powerful wave. Chris’s large hands steadied me, whispering sexy words for the time it took me to ride it out.
“You’re beautiful when you come, April. I’ll never get tired of seeing it.” He peppered my upper thighs and lower belly with kisses. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
He stood up when the trembling stopped and pulled me into a hug, murmuring to me while he stroked my back and waited for my brain to come back online. When it did, I became aware of how he towered over me, of how firm his body was against mine. His heart beat in a steady rhythm, and again, I felt that overwhelming feeling of being safe with him, protected by him.
He was so damn big and strong, yet he had the best heart and a sense of humor to boot. It wasn’t really any of those things that drew my attention in that moment, though. It was his cock throbbing against my stomach.
Even though he was still fully clothed, I felt the intensity of his need as though it were my own. Not wanting him to have to wait any longer, I brought my hands up to the buttons on his shirt to undo them. I slid the metal tabs through their holes and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it join my clothing on the floor.
Once the shirt fell, he wound his arms around my waist and lifted me up against him, issuing commands between fervent kisses. “Wrap your legs around my hips. If I put off taking you in the car earlier, I’m not about to do it against the wall. Hold on tight.”
He marched us down a hallway with more doors than I could keep count of with my sneak peeks between his kisses. Eventually, he carried me into a room that was clearly his bedroom.
The bed was massive, but so was everything else about this guy and his penthouse, for that matter. It wasn’t like he’d have a single twin bed in a room this size.
He set me down on it, stepping back to do God only knew what. My gaze had drifted to his chiseled, gorgeous torso with all of the subtle yet sexy lines I’d known would be there. Right down to those perfectly formed fuck-me lines I’d literally dreamed about.
I stared unashamedly when his fingers deftly undid the button of his jeans, gripped the tab of the zipper, and pulled down on it. The sight of his long, thick cock when it finally came into view knocked a moan out of me. I just couldn’t hold it back.
He was hard and so fucking ready, his tip glistening and his veins protruding, that I had no idea how he managed to keep as cool as he was. I knew how he felt, considering that I’d been feeling the exact same way only minutes ago.
The only difference was that I’d been ready to drop to my knees and beg again, while Chris seemed perfectly content to take his time. At the sound of my moan though, whatever hold he’d had of his control snapped and he pounced on me.
He crawled over me, his voice strained and his muscles tight. “Keep making noises like that. Let’s see what happens.”
“I’m game if you are,” I teased but the effect was kind of lost with how breathless my voice was. Winding my arms around his neck, I pulled him down until he was pushing me into the mattress and