"Just the tip. Just for a second," I begged.
He groaned. "You're killing me."
"Please."
His hand on my thigh tightened, almost to the point of pain, the sensation doing nothing to diminish my lust, only driving it even higher.
And then he was there... the head of his cock at my opening.
"Oh, wow," I said on a moan. It couldn't hurt to be bare just for a minute, right?
Pushing my hips forward, just the tip of him entered me, and he made a noise deep in his throat. "I've always worn a condom," he said in a strangled voice. "And... and I should now too."
"Just one little thrust. Just one."
He groaned again and plunged into me. "Fuck," he said in a strangled voice before going still.
I thought I might die from how incredible he felt—full, very full, butamazing. And the look on his face? Priceless. Eyes closed, jaw tight, his expression awash with his pleasure.
So I'd gone into this night only thinking about myself, but the fact that he was enjoying it too... it made my heart glow.
"I—I need to stop," he said.
Pulling out, he made a quick motion, a tearing sound filling the air before he moved back into position. Grabbing my hips, he was at my entrance again, this time sheathed.
Still on his knees, he impaled me once more, going in completely, every last inch of him. For a split second, I tensed, not sure if I could indeed handle how big he was.
"Is that okay?" he asked. "Too much?"
Something about his question relaxed me, maybe the fact that he cared, even though we'd just met. The bar was so ridiculously low that a simple question about my comfort far surpassed all other men I'd been with.
I lifted my hips. "More."
His smile... oh, wow. I could easily fall hard for that smile. Especially while he was inside me.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move, inching himself out before driving into me again. With him still kneeling, a big pillow under my ass, the angle was deep. He kept going, repeating the motion, and I realized this position was hitting me in all the right spots.
This man clearly knew what he was doing.
His fingers dug into my hips. "You take my cock so well, baby."
Oh, God.
"Touch yourself."
Touch myself? Was he kidding? I'd never done that before, and it felt so... so unnatural. I was used to deflecting attention away from me, not drawing it toward myself.
"Touch those beautiful tits," he said. "Then your pretty little clit."
Holy shit.
When he said it like that, with not an ounce of judgment, only praise, it flipped a switch inside my head, one that'd been there for so long, it'd created a groove in the wiring of my brain.
What did I have to lose? I'd never see this man again.
Slowly, I reached for my breasts, cupping them as he stared at me, tracking every single movement I made with his intense eyes. I rubbed a thumb along my hardened nipple, his gaze darkening at the sight.
It made me feel powerful, sensual, like a siren.
