The bastard proceeded to tease me, slipping one button of his shirt open at a time, moving so slowly it was as though he was wading through molasses.
With a frustrated growl, I sat upright and grabbed his shirt on either side, tearing it open so fast that buttons went skittering all over the place.
My mouth went dry at the sight of his chest. It was the first time I’d ever seen it, and there was only one word I could think to describe it.Perfection.
His muscles were stacked, one on top of the other, starting at his pecs, which were the biggest, and tapering down over his abdomen. A thin smattering of hair covered his chest before narrowing into a line that traveled down the center, past his belly button like an arrow on a treasure map before dipping into the waistband of his slacks where that treasure was hidden.
“I take it you like,” he said smugly in response to the needy sound that rumbled from my chest. Oh, that arrogant man. Heknewhe looked good, and he had every intention of teasing me until I lost my mind, damn him.
Two could play that game. “I want to feel you all over me.” I raked my nails across his chest, through the small bit of hair. “I want to feel this scratching my nipples while you’re inside me.”
I almost crowed in victory as he made a noise and ripped at his belt, quickly unbuckling it and stripping out of his pants at record speed. Then all the triumph I felt just a moment earlier disappeared when I finally,finallysaw his cock.
I sucked in a huge lungful of air at the sight of it. I never thought the wordprettycould be used to describe a man’s dick, but I’d been so very wrong. Because that’s exactly what Pierce’s was. Pretty. Perfectly shaped, long, with a blunt mushroomed head... andhuge! Oh my God. There was no way that was fitting inside of me!
As if reading my thoughts—or my face—he put his knee to the bed and pushed up, crawling over me until I was forced to lie back, my head on the soft downy pillows as he hovered over me.
His length hung heavy between us, that crown bumping against me and leaving little beads of precum on my belly with every ragged breath I pulled in.
“I’ll fit. Don’t worry,” he promised, but I wasn’t convinced.
“Pierce—”
He silenced my concern with another bone-melting kiss, and I felt all the tension leave my body as I relaxed into the mattress. “I’ll fit, baby. I promise.”
I spread my legs wide so his hips would fit between them, and he lowered into place. “I’m clean,” he said as the underside of his erection dragged through my slit before notching into place. “Are you on the pill?”
I knew what he was asking, what he was wanting, and I felt the heaviness of the silent request hanging in the air. It felt big,huge, so much more than the no expectations arrangement we’d agreed to.
Once again, he read me like a book. Lowering his mouth to mine in a featherlight kiss, he spoke. “Let me have you like this, Marin. Nothing between us. I want to feel you completely.”
I nodded jerkily, my words clipped and stuttered as I replied, “I-I’m on the pill.”
With a masculine groan, he fed the first few inches of his cock inside me, causing me to inhale sharply and slam my eyes closed against the invasion. He paused just long enough to allow my body to stretch so it could accommodate him better.
“Marin, baby,” he said in a voice I’d never heard from him before; it was so gentle, so tender, that my eyes began to sting. He waited until I lifted my lids and looked up at him before speaking again. “You okay?”
I nodded, rounding him with my legs in an effort to get him deeper. Now that I’d opened up, I wanted to feel all of him inside of me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said in a soft command.
“Pierce,” I pleaded, my hips beginning to writhe beneath him. “Please move. I need more.”
“Then say it, and I’ll give it to you.”
He wanted me to be his, but what did that even mean? His for now? His for as long as we were sleeping together? Or... I decided to put those questions out of my head.
“I’m yours,” I told him, willing to say anything at that point if it meant he’d move and put me out of my misery.
On my answer, he pumped his hips, fucking himself inside of me until he was as deep as he could possibly go.
I cried out at the exquisite feeling of being filled fuller than I ever had in my life. It. Was.Sublime!
“Oh God, Pierce. You feel so good.”
“Told you we’d fit,” he gritted, drawing nearly all the way out before pounding back in. “Ah, fuck! You feel so good around me.”
I could feel my walls squeezing him, could feel how impossibly hard he was as he drove in and out. He grabbed behind my right knee, lifting my leg higher, and the new position made him bottom out with every thrust. “Pierce!” I shouted as the head of his cock rubbed against my G-spot over and over again.