It might as well have been carrying a sign that said, I want you. It was long, and it had a substantial girth to it. It was a powerful display of masculinity. She gulped, wanting to run her tongue along the hard shaft before closing her mouth around the wide head. There was proof of excitement leaking out of him, and it made her feel powerful. She had done that.
He walked over to the nightstand, and her eyes were glued to his ass. The globes were firm. Sweet fuck. How could a butt have that much muscle? It was a work of art. What was it about this man? Did he have to be absolutely perfect? London held up a tinfoil packet, twirling it through his fingers.
“Just so we’re clear, I always wear one of these. I can’t get anything because I’m a shifter, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take every precaution to protect my partners.”
Bethany didn’t like the reminder that London had a certain kind of reputation. It was shattering the glass on their otherwise special sexual interlude.
“I’m always going to be concerned and worried about your safety, Beth. I hope you understand. I hope you know I mean that.” He made his way to her and leaned down to kiss her sweetly. “We can cuddle if you want.”
Bethany considered his words. She was at a point of no return. She could momentarily forget that London had dipped his stick in models, beauty queens, and actresses. She could temporarily ignore the fact that she was letting herself be another notch on his bedpost.
Because in that particular moment? She wanted nothing more than to know what it would feel like to fuck London. To have his dick slide into her. To come as he pumped in and out of her.
Resolved, she took the condom from him and tore into the packet. She would have liked to spend more time exploring his cock, but she knew that her resolve could be shattered. Or that he could suddenly decide that it was a bad idea. With shaking hands, she rolled the condom onto his dick. London hissed when her fingers touched his length. She looked up at him, and he was breathing hard.
“I’ve got to say, watching you do that is making me insane. I love seeing your hands on me.”
With no more words between them, London pushed her back down onto the bed and helped her slide up until her head rested against one of the pillows. Bethany was sure he was just going to start as soon as he had her in position, but he didn’t. Instead, his head dipped down, and he kissed her. Softly at first, reintroducing her mouth to his in a series of slow kisses. He delved into her mouth, tangling their tongues as his hands slowly caressed her sides. His hands traveled down to her legs. Her knees were bent, his body lying in between. He ran his fingers along the curve of her bent legs, letting them go down to the core of her. His knuckles brushed against her still sensitive clit, and she arched up against him.
“That’s right,” he coaxed. “I love how responsive you are to my touch, Bethany.” He repeated the motion, but this time, it was the tip of his cock that was trailing up and down her clit, teasing her entrance.
He eased in, but only just the head. Bethany clenched her core, desperately trying to take in more of him. London was above her, his breath short. Strands of his brown hair were falling into his eyes, and he looked wild. Like a beast trying to control an urge.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispered.
“I’m just letting this sink in. This moment.” He kissed her sweetly.
His words and kiss surprised her. None of her exes had ever shown her such tenderness, such emotion during sex. It was potent, and it made her heart swell up. She knew that the idiotic organ shouldn’t be anywhere near London or this one-night stand.
“I want you,” she insisted.
He nodded, licking his lips. His eyes were on hers, hooked in the passion they were about to share. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he slowly slid inside of her. Inch by inch until he bottomed out. Bethany shivered, and concern flashed across his face.
“London,” she breathed. She arched her hips up and clenched her pussy around him.
“Fuck,” he growled, “that feels so good.” He reared back and surged forward. “Beth.” Her