He knew that if he slipped his fingers into her panties, they’d be damp, and his cock, already rock-hard, pulsed, swelling impossibly bigger.
It had been a long, long time since he’d had sex, and even then, he’d come on Laire’s stomach, not inside her. When he’d dreamed of tonight, he’d imagined going slow—treating her gently and with reverence, and drawing out every possible moment between them. But her response to him was just as hungry as his was to her—and suddenly he felt himself changing gears. Fuck slow. They could go slow later. What they needed—what they both really needed right now—was to be together in the most intimate way that a man and a woman could share themselves.
“I wanted to go slow,” muttered Erik, nuzzling her taut nipple before kissing it again.
“I don’t need slow,” said Laire, forcing him to look up at her. “I just need you.”
He nodded, reaching for her jeans, which he unbuttoned and unzipped. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and yanked, pulling every shred of clothing over her hips and exposing her to him in the most vulnerable possible way.
In response, she smiled at him, her eyes dark as she leaned down and stepped out of her pants, walking around to the side of the bed, climbing on top of the comforter and kneeling in the middle.
His shaking fingers unbuckled his belt, and he shoved his pants over his hips without unbuttoning them, wincing at the burn of denim over skin, but hopping frantically to get his clothes the fuck off so he could be as naked as she was.
From the bed, she giggled softly, her small shoulders bunching as he cursed at his jeans, one side catching on his ankle. “Fuck!”
“That’s the idea,” she said. “You need help?”
Leaning down, he pulled the offending cotton from his body and chucked them across the room. “No, ma’am.”
When he looked up, her eyes were wide, focused, with a bit of trepidation, on his cock. It was veined and swollen, standing straight up, the cap purple and slick. Deprived of a woman for so many years, it was more than ready to make up for lost time.
Licking her lips, Laire raised her dark eyes to his as he stood beside the bed, his thighs pressed against the comforter.
“I’m . . .,” she started, dropping her eyes to his sex again and blinking.
Scared? Worried? Fuck. He should have made sure the lights were all out. Did she want to back out? Did she want more time? He couldn’t help the small groan of deep longing that released from his throat as he watched her eyes trail back up his body.
“. . . ready,” she whispered, locking her eyes with his.
Thank fuck. He let go of the breath he’d been holding.
Climbing on the bed and spreading his legs into a V, he opened his arms to her. “Come over here, darlin’.”
Still on her knees, she crawled forward until she was kneeling at the apex of his legs, his straining cock standing tall between them.
“Are you on birth control?”
She shook her head. He reached for the bedside table, reaching inside the drawer for the box of condoms he’d picked up earlier in the day. Grabbing one and ripping it open with his teeth, he pinched the end and rolled it over his throbbing sex before meeting her eyes.
“You sure you want this?”
“I want this,” she said, licking her lips, “but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
***
“I do,” he said, his face reverent and tender as he nodded. “Kneel on either side of my hips.”
She followed his directions, never looking away from his steadfast gaze, grateful for his patience and for the loving way he watched her. Kneeling over his erection, she could feel the tip brush against her as she positioned herself and it made her shiver with the enormity of what they were about to do. But no part of her, not one cell, questioned if this was the right decision for her and her life. She’d dreamed of this moment for six long years.
“When you’re ready,” he said, his voice pure gravel, “reach down and guide it inside.”
“Like . . . sit on it?” she asked.
He nodded, his jaw tight, like he was in a little bit of pain.
“Okay,” she said, her voice breathless in her ears.
She tilted her ass up which made her breasts rub against his chest, tightening her already rigid nipples. Biting on her lower lip, she reached between their bodies, her fingers wrapping around the velvet-covered steel of his erection. It pulsed in her palm, alive and eager, and made her mouth water with anticipation. Her body, deprived of his for so long, was slick and wet with want as she lined up the tip of his sex at the opening of hers.
Her breathing was shallow and ragged as she released him, holding his eyes with hers as she rested both hands on his shoulders and slowly—so slowly that she could feel the ridges of his cock massage every inch of her—she lowered herself onto him until her ass rested on his upper thighs, and he was embedded as deeply within her as possible.