“No,” I mutter, lowering my lashes.
The heat of his gaze burns through me. Even though I’m not looking at him, I feel his eyes on me. He’s waiting for my next move, but I have none. His silence is unnerving because his presence is so overwhelming. I bunch the comforter in my hands.
“Did you really mean what you said about Denver?”
“Yes.”
“A-and afterwards, too?”
He takes a moment longer to respond, but he still does.
“Yes.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and leans over, elbows on knees. The muscles in his arms flex. The Phoenix and flames on his back are irresistible. Leaning over, I skim my fingers over them.
“Undress,” he orders me softly.
His words startle me, but when my surprise is fully penetrated, I scramble to do as I’m told. I’ve learned over the past days, if Sloane orders me to do something, I have to get it done.
I remove my two pieces of clothing in record time, like I’ve blinked them away. One moment they are on, and the next moment they are gone. He wastes no time, discarding his PJs, then sliding into bed and gathering me into his arms. His mouth moves over mine and his minty taste explodes against my tongue. As he ravages my mouth, his fingers roam over my nipples, down my belly and to the center of me, where he parts my legs and rubs my seam.
I’m already dripping wet. He grunts, putting two fingers inside of me and stretching my opening. As he slides over me, he kisses my throat and I fling my head back to allow him easy access. He plays my clit and continues to widen my entrance with his fingers.
The core of me begins to pulse and tighten. I shake, arching my back. My head grows light and my vision blurs. I moan and cry out against his mouth, pushing on his fingers, until I shatter into a thousand little pieces and scream in ecstasy.
Not giving me time to recover, he pushes my thighs open and settles himself between my legs. He massages my sensitive clit with the head of his penis, so I lift my hips to meet him, determined to never let go of the pleasure thrumming through me.
“Keep still,” he tells me and slides his tip into my slippery heat.
Even if I want to move, I can’t. He’s holding my hips in place, as he breaches me a little more. My inner walls grip him. His face is strained and his hair is hanging over his eyes. He’s so sexy.
He keeps inching into me until he reaches the barrier of my virginity. This is where he goes still and hangs his head. He’s almost inside of me, and still he’s grappling with what we’re doing.
“Please, Sloane,” I whisper, gripping his arms.
With a curse, he surges into me and I bite my lip to hold back my cry of pain. I’m stretched to capacity around him and he jerks inside of me. He’s fully seated in me and his invasion sends a stinging burn through me. Weight braced on his hands, he’s breathing hard above me. Each time I pull in air, I feel him deeper.
He gives me a moment to adjust to our bodies being joined before he starts to move. I don’t like the way he’s holding himself so far away from me, so I lift on my elbows and kiss the sweat from his neck.
“Lay back and widen your legs.”
The moment I do, he works into me harder. At some point, the initial pain has evaporated. I’m left with adjusting to having another human being inside of me. We’re connected but he’s holding back. Even now.
As if he knows I’m looking at him, waiting for more, he relaxes against me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his back.
He doesn’t push me away but takes me slow and gentle.
Sloane
Her entire body cloaks me—her legs, her arms, her hands, and her feet. Our upper bodies are skin-to-skin, her breasts pressed against me, the hard points of her nipples singeing me. But it’s her internal heat that’s engulfing me, throwing me into my self-made inferno that I may never rise from.
She’s wet and hot and satiny. That I’m her first awakens a beast inside of me and I know I’m doomed. The flames consume me more.
I meant to get her out of my system in the time it takes for her to heal. But I’m fucking insane. And it isn’t because she’s so well-versed in fucking. Dick-sucking? Yes. She’s a pro. But this. Allowing a man inside of her? No. She doesn’t know and she’s struggling to adjust. She moves with instinct and that affects me as much as anything. She’s not coordinated, not orchestrating her body to give me pleasure. She’s just following her body’s commands, not driving me fucking insane on purpose. Just doing it, anyway.
Her pussy is tight, the snugness of her a haven for my cock. I have to make her come, so I can come and consider what the fuck I’ve done to both of us.