Page 39 of Honey Bun
He lifted my chin. “Good. I want to make every one of your dreams come true.”
My eyes fluttered closed. “I want you.”
Then his lips met mine. He was my everything. I pulled at his shirt, and he helped by tossing it off. Then his hand went down and tugged my panties off. “Enjoy.”
His fingers brushed against my hips, and I thought he would touch my intimate parts in a minute. I closed my eyes. “Go slow.”
He stopped and removed his hand. I opened my eyes. He stared down at me. “Are you okay?”
I hugged him and wished I were confident and able to go with the flow. My cheeks heated. “I’m feeling too much. And I’m anticipating… pain.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “We can stop.”
If we did, I would never know what being with the only man I’d ever wanted would be like. I took his hand lower and guided him to my inner core. “No. I want you. Just be gentle.”
He touched gently, as if he was waiting to see if I would jump. I took a deep breath, my muscles all sweet and needy with anticipation.
He said, “Just let yourself go with this…”
His fingers then entered me, and I arched to let him. My body relaxed. Forgetting where we were, I sighed. “Wow.”
He continued, and soon, I saw stars. I had no idea how he knew what to do to set me off like he did. As my mind started to work, I realized he still was still wearing his pants, and I reached for the buckle. “What about you? I should—”
He walked me to the bed and slid out of his pants and boxer briefs. “Shouldisn’t a reason I want from you. We can stop.”
I lay down on the bed and reached up, tugging him closer for more of his sweet kisses. He kissed me like I was delicious. My hands traced his muscular body, and between our lips melting into each other, I whispered, “I want… this.”
“Just wait,” he whispered back. Then he kissed my nipples and lowered himself.
I listened. Then I bucked as his tongue pressed against me. “Oh my…” My heart raced.
He came up and leaned over me.
As I stared into his eyes and held his shoulders, I could only say, “I…”
He pushed my hair to my side. “Don’t panic. Tell me what happened.”
Tears formed in my eyes. He probably thought what he’d done was normal. I cupped his face. “I… didn’t know you’d… do that.”
His eyes narrowed. “And you didn’t like it?”
I shook my head and then kissed his cheek. Arman knew how to make me feel. Part of me didn’t think a night like this was real. “I liked it. It was unexpected—that’s all.”
His lips quirked. “Then relax.” He went lower on my body, trailing my skin and nipples with his attention.
I knew we were closer. I trusted him in a way I never had before. The words were hard to say, but I wove my fingers in his thick dark hair. “It’s… just that you’re perfect.”
“Only to you.” He used his tongue on my nether regions again.
I sighed. My core quivered, and I felt wonderful. Then I stopped feeling anything. I was a bundle of nerves that he controlled with a flick. My eyes became blurry, and I lost the ability to see. I was lost. My moans sounded distant to my ears, and I climaxed. I felt born anew when I could process what had happened to me. My cheeks warmed.
Arman kissed me. “Are you ready for me?”
Everything else we’d done had been magical. I swallowed. “Yes.”
He pressed his penis closer, but my muscles contracted. He stopped and lay beside me. “You’re tense again. I think you should be on top.”
I would be in control. My heart stirred. I climbed on his chiseled body.
