Lining up against her, he held himself up on one hand, using the other to help his entrance. Staring into Pixie’s eyes, he could see the depths of her fear and the heat of her need. “Please, play with me,” she whispered.
He slid in an inch. Fucking heaven. She was wet and ready as if she were made for him. He pulled back and pushed in further, harder this time, and met her resistance. Dropping his full body weight onto her, he kissed her with every ounce of everything he was feeling, the gratitude she’d picked him, the desperate need to consume her, to let her know how unbelievably perfect and unique she was. And most important to show her she was his in every way that mattered.
As she softened against him, he withdrew and pushed back in hard, tearing through the thin shield and settling deep inside her. He felt her tense, swallowed the whimper that escaped her, and held her tight. When she clenched around him, he almost came. So close to the edge, teetering on the brink of his own orgasm, he wanted to experience it with her.
He lifted off her and studied her eyes, which were filled with heartbreaking tears. He’d hurt her, and even though it was to be expected, it crushed him that this wasn’t the most perfect moment for her like it was for him. “You okay, Snowflake? I can stop.” Even if it killed him to pull out, he’d find a way to withdraw.
“It’s just . . . I’ve waited . . . and you . . . it’s—”
“A fucking miracle.” Withdrawing slowly, he looked down toward where they were joined. “Look how perfect we are.” Seeing his cock slide out of her set off a tightening in his balls. This wasn’t going to last long. Pixie was watching it too. “See how you can take me? See how hard you make me? Hear how tough it is . . . for me not to come in you . . . right now?”
Grabbing her leg under the knee, he hitched it up by his waist, speeding up as he kissed her again. The difference in angle allowed him to go faster, deeper. Oh, fuck.
“Dred, I’m . . . there. Please. Like that.”
The moment her orgasm hit, everything tightened. He could feel the vibration all the way down his spine. And without thought, he followed, pulsing deep inside her.
For a moment, he lay there stunned. No one else but him could claim to be her first. That memory would be reserved solely for him alone. The thought of it made him hunger to take her again and again. As much as he wanted to lie there, he rolled to the side, taking Pixie with him, her breath ragged, her heartbeat matching his own.
When he’d booked the private jet the previous evening, his only thought had been getting to her. Sure, once he was on the plane, he’d thought through all the different ways it could go, and strangely every outcome worked for him. Everything from a simple fun day hiking to an erotic tied-to-the-bed-frame fucking. Whatever she’d wanted.
But he’d not expected the first words from her mouth to be an invitation to play. Their ideas of “play” were still quite different, but he couldn’t wait to educate her.
He ran his hand through her hair, and smiled as she sighed. “You okay?”
“Mmm. Better than okay.” She wriggled closer to him, and he wrapped both arms around her.
He faced the huge windows that ran the length of Pixie’s room. The Miami sky was a brilliant blue, the water of Biscayne Bay a clear aqua. He felt the warmth in his bones and wondered if this was more to do with the woman in his arm than the panoramic view.
“Thank you, Dred. For being my first. You didn’t give me time to think.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He kissed her forehead, then tilted her chin so he could look at her properly.
“No. It was a perfect thing. If I’d had time to think, I would’ve stopped. More from fear of the unknown, than really being terrified.”
Terrified he could identify with. Telling her about Petal weighed heavily on his mind.
Purple-tipped fingers fiddled with his anchor, turning it over and back. He reached for her hand and stilled it. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nothing I wasn’t expecting to begin with, then everything I wasn’t at the end.” She blushed and ducked her head away.
Quickly he grabbed a tissue and dealt with the condom. They lay cuddled up against each other for a while, neither in a hurry to get out of bed. Dred realized he needed to tell her about Petal. He wouldn’t put secrets between them. It wasn’t fair to Pixie, and it wasn’t fair to Petal. She wasn’t a dirty secret.
He drew her fingers to his lips and kissed them. “I need to tell you something, and I’m scared shitless.”
She looked back at him, her face full of concern. “What is it?”
He took a deep breath, knowing how shocking the news would be. “I became a father recently, to a little girl . . . wait, where are you going?” Pixie pulled out of his arms and scurried to the end of the bed, pulling the silk robe off the bedpost, which she then slipped on and wrapped tight around her waist.