“That’s right,” he said, encouraging me. “You like watching me touch you, princess?”
I did, but I couldn’t string together the words to tell him, couldn’t form a coherent thought right now if my life depended on it. His skilled hands knew all the spots, and just the right pressure and speed to deliver maximum pleasure.
Leaning back into his solid form, I succumbed and let the pleasure wash over me, pushing my hips forward to grant him even greater access. He rewarded me by sliding one thick finger inside me. Another needy cry escaped me. I wasn’t the type to climax quickly—the few lovers I’d been with in the past had had to work at it—but somehow, after just a few short minutes, Cannon had me poised right on the edge. That dangerous place where I’d splinter into a million fragments and burst apart.
Surrounded by his warm muscle and rich, masculine scent, I lost all sense of modesty, moaning out loud as he slid his finger in and out, watching him watch me. It was incredibly erotic.
“You’re beautiful. It’s a privilege to touch you.”
I could have melted at his darkly seductive tone. It was clear he meant it; his breathing was ragged and his erection pressed as hard as steel into my lower back.
With one hand between my legs, he caressed my breasts with the other. His mouth burned against my neck. “Are you going to come for me, gorgeous girl?” he whispered against my skin.
I shuddered in his arms, coming apart at the seams as my release tore through me. White light burst beyond my vision, blood thundering in my ears as my body clenched almost violently around his fingers. Blinded by pleasure, nothing else existed for me but his soft touches, gentle kisses, and dirty whispers.
Coming down from my high, I sagged against him, grateful when his strong arms wrapped around me.
Cannon spun me around to face him and lifted me up, holding me tightly against his chest while he walked us toward the bed, where he stripped me of my pants and underwear.
“I’ve got you,” he said, placing me in the center of the pillow-top mattress.
Boneless and relaxed, I smiled at him shyly, watching as he pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing that thick, gorgeous cock I’d dreamed about since the night I’d run into him naked in the hallway. I almost groaned at the beautiful sight. He was exquisite. I wanted to touch him, to taste him, to hear him moan with pleasure.
His hand found his cock and he stroked slowly once, twice, my core tightening all over again as I watched him. “You ready for more?”
I nodded. “Come here.”
He grabbed a condom from the top of the desk and rolled it on with practiced ease. Joining me on the bed, Cannon positioned himself between my parted thighs. But rather than drive into me with a powerful thrust like I expected, he drew out the moment, kissing me deeply and rubbing his length over my slick center, taking his time, letting the desire build even hotter, higher.
It was the sweetest form of torture I’d ever experienced. My body was still reeling from my first release, my core simultaneously hypersensitive and pulsing with renewed need. His thick cock ground against my wet, ready center.
He was taking his time. I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. When we agreed to a one-night stand, I’d imagined us climbing between the sheets and getting down to business. I’d thought it would be little more than a meaningless fuck, but boy was I wrong. Delightfully wrong. I hadn’t counted on the kissing and the foreplay and the dirty whispers breathed against my naked skin.
I gripped his hips, flashing him a playful smile. “Fuck me, big boy.”
“With pleasure, beautiful.” He drew back, finding the right angle, then pressed forward slowly so that the broad tip of him entered me.
I winced at the intrusion and Cannon paused, allowing me to adjust. Apparently it had been longer than I thought, and my body was all W-T-F.
Concern knitted his brow as he looked down at me. “You’re pretty tight,” he said softly.
“Sorry,” I gritted out.
“Don’t be. You’re perfect the way you are.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had told me that. I sure as hell didn’t feel perfect. I felt confused and so full—of emotion, of him—that I might fall apart so completely I’d never be put back together the same way ever again.
“You need a minute?” he whispered.
Burying my face in the warm crook of his neck, I nodded. How embarrassing!
I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I knew Cannon was primed and ready for this, knew I needed to relax and let him in. This was my idea, after all. Another deep inhale, and I parted my knees further.
Just then, a series of loud knocks rang out against my front door.
What the hell? No one ever came over unannounced. A wave of frustration seized me. Really, universe? Right goddamn now?
Cannon looked just as startled as I felt. “Are you expecting someone?”
I met his eyes and shook my head. “Of course not.”