The look in his eye is pure power.
He’s unhurried but still determined as he moseys my way. Once he’s in front of me, he tosses a condom on the coffee table.
He doesn’t say a word as he turns to me, grabs the hem of my dress, and pulls it over my head.
I don’t object for obvious reasons.
Goose bumps break out across my skin as the cool air envelops me. Wade reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. He tosses it somewhere into the night.
He takes a step back. His gaze rakes over my body from my toes to the top of my head. Then it meets mine.
I stand completely naked in front of the hottest man I’ve ever seen in the flesh. I’m normally not self-conscious but something about this situation—the care and detail in which he looks at me—makes me tremble.
He flexes his jaw. “Dammit, Dara.”
“What?”
My voice isn’t as strong as I’d like it to be, but I’m working with what I have. Right now, I have nothing but a wet pussy and a need to be satisfied.
He clears his throat. Still, when he speaks, he’s hoarse.
“You are …” He grins seductively. “Fucking gorgeous.”
My body sags in what might be relief and what almost might just be another heap of desire.
I saunter toward him, my confidence boosted by his compliment, and make quick work of his zipper. He steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. They get discarded to the side.
Even in the low light of the living room, the length of his cock is surreal. It stands at full attention with a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
I run my finger over the head and swipe up the drop onto my fingertip.
“Dara …” He groans as he reaches for his condom.
I lift a brow, and then, with more boldness than I’ve ever had in my life, I plop my finger into my mouth.
“Damn you,” he says, his voice thick with want.
“No, damn you. You’re the one who preached patience for twenty minutes.”
He ignores me, making quick work of the condom. Then he takes my hand and leads me to an oversized, armless chaise next to the fireplace.
The heat singes my skin as he lies back on the chair. He then guides me on top of him.
His cock lies between the folds of my sex as I straddle him with a knee on either side of his delicious body.
He reaches up and tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear.
“I want to see you,” he says softly. “I want to feel as much of you as I can while I bury myself inside you.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Likewise.”
His lips twitch before he cups my face in his hands and pulls it toward his.
We kiss—softer this time. Each motion of his tongue is more deliberate than before. It’s less frenzied and more like he’s committing this one to memory.
I run my hands over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. My core pulses, my clit screams for action, while his length teases my opening.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I reach between us, lift myself, and slide painfully slow down his erection.
He hisses as each inch of him becomes enveloped by me. I moan as I’m filled with as much of Wade’s cock as I can take.
I lean forward, planting my hands on his shoulders, and let my body get used to the sensation. It’s been quite a while since I’ve felt this.
He presses a kiss on my shoulder. Of all things, this makes me blush.
Wade leans back and grins. It’s a soft smile, and if I were feeling ballsy, I’d remark at how this might be a step toward intimacy.
But ballsy, I am not. Not right now.
He palms my breasts as I start to move, his fingers playing with my pebbled nipples. My hair swishes against my back as I rock back, forth, and around.
“This was so worth it.” I groan, lifting my hips up and down. I stroke his cock with my pussy and watch him struggle not to come apart.
“So worth what?”
I grin, my eyes fluttering closed. “Dealing with your bullshit.”
The vibrations in his chest rumble against my palms. He slides his hands down my sides and squeezes my ass cheeks.
I move up and down faster, grinding harder at the bottom. Each plunge on his length brings me closer to the climax I’ve been so desperately chasing.
“I think you’re the one dealing bullshit.” His words are difficult to decipher through his gritted teeth. “But, fuck, it might be worth it.”
“It might be?” I flash him a look and move my knees until I’m squatting. “Really?”
He shrugs. “I’ll let you know when we’re—holy shit!”
I giggle as I drop my weight quickly, plunging him into me without warning. He grips my hips, his eyes going wide before a slow, sinful smirk graces his lips.
“Hell, woman,” he says, surprised.
I swirl my hips. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
I raise myself until he’s nearly all the way out of me and then drop back onto him in one swift glide.
He calls out, his fingers burning into my skin.
I adjust my feet and steady myself and pump him in and out of me.
The contact is out of this world. His reactions are even better. It takes a couple of minutes before I’m clawing at his shoulders, begging myself not to come.
“Wade …” I pant as a five-alarm fire spreads through my body. It starts in my core and roars through me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. My stomach coils and then recoils as I get close to the edge. “I can’t do this much longer.”
“Good. Because I can’t either.”
I open my eyes long enough to see him watching me. And that’s it—the straw that breaks my orgasm.
“Wade!” I shout, trying with everything that I have to keep moving. A flurry of glitter infiltrates my eyes as my body begins to shake. “I can’t—oh my gosh!”
I can barely register his hands urging me up and down. The bite of his fingernails. The pain of his grip.
When I can’t move again, he flexes his hips into me as he stiffens and finds his own release.
A bead of sweat dots his forehead as his head tilts back against the chair. His cock pulses inside my body as he groans in pleasure.
I pant as he opens his eyes and releases my hips. He, too, struggles to catch his breath.
“Damn, Dara,” he says, his disbelief ending in a chuckle.
“Damn you too.”
I start to climb off him, but he stops me. He stares at me for a long second before pressing a lingering kiss to my shoulder and then helping me up.
Something in my chest blossoms. Even though I pay it no attention, I know it’ll be there for me to worry about later. But it’ll only get in the way for now, so I push it to the back of my mind.
Wade slips off his condom.
“What now?” I ask, looking for my dress in case this gets awkward.
To my surprise, he shrugs. “Shower sex?”
As my lips form a smile, his do too. Beautiful man.
“I like shower sex,” I say.
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I yelp. “Hey!”
He smacks my bare bottom. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
All I can do is laugh.
Because of course I like it. I think I might like everything with him.
TWENTY-SEVEN
WADE
Well, fuck.