What.
The.
Fuck.
His dick is huge and angry looking . . . not like any dick I ever saw before. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out.
He smiles, reading my mind, and puts his hands proudly on his hips. “Well?”
“Umm . . .” My saucer-size eyes are going cross-eyed. “I’m going to need a minute.”
“You don’t have one.” He smiles as he crawls over the top of me.
“Seriously . . .” I begin to freak out. “That’s . . .”
“Yours.”
My heart somersaults in my chest, and I smile up at him.
Mine.
“Kiss me,” he breathes.
In those two words, my fear disappears, and I lean up and kiss him. We take our time, kissing slowly, enjoying being here and in the moment with each other. So many nights we’ve lain together, and now we’re here, doing this, naked and aroused.
It’s surreal.
He goes to move down my body, and I stop him.
“No.”
His brow furrows. “What?”
“Can you just . . . kiss me through this. I feel better when you kiss me.”
I’m too nervous for him to go down on me the first time.
“Okay.” He smiles against my lips. “I can do that, baby.”
The thing is, I know he’s a player and has probably slept with more people than I even know . . . but this feels special.
He watches as his fingers work my body, the perfect pressure, the perfect depth.
I’m writhing beneath him, begging for more. “Now,” I whimper. “I need more, now.”
He holds himself at the base and rubs his tip through my lips. “Condom,” I whisper.
“Really?” He frowns.
“I’m not on the pill, unless you want a baby?”
“Fuck no.” He bounces out of bed in one minute flat and shuffles through the overnight bag. He comes back and kneels on the bed. I watch as he rolls one on, and then he crawls over me and lies between my legs. Our kisses turn desperate, and my hands roam up and down over his muscular back.
Damn it, he’s perfect.
He pushes forward and is met with resistance.
Ow.
He kisses me deeper and pushes forward again. The stretch burns.
“Ahhhh,” I whimper.
“It’s okay, babe,” he murmurs against my neck. “I’m here.” He bites my neck. “Relax. Let me in.”
I nod. I’m trying, I really am, but fucking hell . . . what kind of dick is this?
A big one.
His kiss turns frantic, and I know that he’s grappling with control. His breathing is labored as he tries to hold himself back.
I lift my legs to wrap around his waist, and he drives me into the mattress. Searing pain racks me, and I whimper.
“Shh, shh,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m in.” I feel him smile against my neck. “I’m in, baby.” He kisses me. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot this is, Grumps?”
I giggle. “What . . . that I’m tight?”
“You’re tighter than tight.” He smiles darkly. “Fucking perfect.” He lifts my leg up to his chest and turns his head and kisses my ankle with an open mouth.