His first time in over five years was not going to be an epic failure. He needed her to come and come hard. Preferably screaming his name.
He stroked his palm down one leg then pushed his hand between them, parted her thighs and lowered himself to lie between them. His face was close to her sex, and breathing in, his nostrils filled with the scent of hot, aroused woman. God, he’d missed this. How the hell had he gone so long?
He used one hand to part her, then slowly pushed his tongue inside, tasting the salty sweetness. His impossibly hard dick got even harder until it pressed painfully against his fly. She’d gone totally still, but she was making no effort to close her legs, so he presumed she wasn’t entirely against the idea.
Good.
He licked over her sex, his tongue circling the swollen bud, and still she didn’t move. Then he stroked over her clit and her back arched, a little squeak escaping her. He stroked again, gently, and she pushed against his mouth to deepen the contact. He held her still and circled the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, teasing. Her body writhed against his hold; he would swear she was close, and she was panting as though she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs.
Finally, when she was shuddering against his mouth, he sucked her clit, softly at first, then harder, at the same time he shoved two fingers inside her—
And she exploded around him.
Thank Christ.
He gave her one last lick, before coming up on his knees. She lay sprawled in front of him, her face flushed, eyes half closed, legs parted.
Reaching down, he flicked open the button on his pants, then lowered the zipper, and his cock sprang free.
The relief was huge. But not huge enough.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and found the condom Logan had tucked in there at the same time as he’d left the box in the car.
Thank you, Logan.
He ripped the foil packet and rolled the condom down over his shaft. He silenced the little niggle that said no way should he be doing this. He wasn’t sure he could stop now.
He glanced at her face. She was gazing up at him as if he was everything she had ever wanted.
Well, she could have him, and he lowered himself over her.
Chapter Five
Oh. My. God.
Her whole body pulsated. That had been…more than she had ever dreamed of. His head between her thighs was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She could have come just from looking at him. But the feel of his hot wet tongue had been out of this world. A ripple of residual pleasure ran through her.
He lowered himself over her, balancing on his elbows. Then he kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips. She wasn’t sure about that, but didn’t have time to analyze the feelings because his cock was nudging at the entrance to her body. And he was hot and huge, and she had this appalling idea that he wouldn’t actually fit.
He hadn’t been this big in her fantasies. Her vibrator certainly wasn’t as big.
Maybe she should have told him she’d never done this before. Well, not in real life anyway. But she had a feeling that little piece of trivia might have shattered the mood.
And might still shatter the mood…
Yeah. She was definitely not telling him she was a virgin.
Or at least would be until…
She clamped her lips closed and screwed her eyes up tight as he filled her with one hard thrust of his hips.
Surprisingly, he went in easily. And he was in there all the way. She’d felt no pain, just a stretching and a fullness.
Not so bad.
She could do this. She might even enjoy it. She gave a little wiggle of her hips, and he groaned, a low, almost painful sound.
She opened one eye and peeked up at him. And almost wished she hadn’t. His eyes were closed, nostrils flared, lips tight. He looked fierce and gorgeous and a whole lot of desperate. He wanted her, that was for sure, and at the thought, something twisted in her chest.
His eyes opened, dark as midnight, and he stared down at her. “Okay?” She nodded, and the corner of his lips tilted. “Thank God.”
Then he was moving, pulling out of her slowly, lulling her into a sense of security. He was almost out, and her fingers itched with the need to drag him back. Not for long. He shoved back into her, hard and fast, and she bit back a yelp more of shock than pain.
“Sorry,” he muttered, going still above her.
“No, it’s good.” He was big, and she bent her knees to give him more room, wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips in silent encouragement.