Carlise smiled and put her hands back on his chest. “That’ll just mean you’ll last longer when we get down to business then,” she reassured him.
He stared at her for a heartbeat before climbing off the bed, dislodging her hands. He shoved his boxers over his hips and kicked them off before straddling her once more.
Carlise couldn’t help but blush. She wasn’t a virgin. Had seen her share of penises. But his was . . . God, it was stunning. And daunting. He was big. Not much longer than normal but thicker than anyone she’d been with. And even as she stared at him—because there was no way she could look anywhere but between his legs—a bead of precome leaked out of the slit in the mushroomed head and dripped down his hard shaft.
“Fuck, woman, your eyes on me alone are enough to make me blow,” he admitted.
Slowly, Carlise brought a hand to his erection and ran one finger down the side. He twitched instantly, as if her touch were electrified.
Riggs groaned and gripped the base of his dick and squeezed hard. “Touch me again,” he pleaded. “Please. I need your hands on me.”
Smiling, loving that even though he was kneeling over her, she seemed to have all the power at the moment, Carlise returned her hand to his throbbing cock. She grasped him tightly, amazed when her thumb and finger didn’t touch, and stroked upward.
He hadn’t let go of the grip he had on the base, and he threw his head back as he groaned.
Delighted, Carlise began to stroke him slowly. Men’s cocks were so amazing. Hard as steel, and yet the skin was so soft. His head fell forward, and he pierced her with his intense gaze. It surprised Carlise that he was staring at her, and not at her hand on his cock. She alternated looking up at him and down at what she was doing.
“I hope you weren’t just being nice when you said what you did earlier,” he growled in a low, tortured voice.
“About what?” she asked, fascinated at how much precome was leaking out of his dick as she stroked him.
“About you being all right with me coming first.”
“I wasn’t just being nice,” she reassured him. Seeing how aroused he was, how much he wanted her, was a huge turn-on. She didn’t think she’d ever had a man look at her the way Riggs was right at that moment. As if she was the light of his world. As if she made the world itself turn.
She removed her hand and wiggled under him, trying to sit up slightly.
Riggs straightened to his knees, giving her room to move. “Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.
She didn’t reply, just grabbed the hem of the shirt she wore and pulled upward, arching her back so she could get the material over her head. She threw the shirt to the side and lay back down. “I don’t want to get your shirt dirty,” she said coyly as she smiled at him.
“Shit,” he swore as his gaze fixed on her chest. “You’re perfect. Look at you, woman. Your tits are . . . damn . . .”
His reaction was all she could hope for and more. Carlise arched her back, even as she reached for his cock.
“Yes . . . God, your hand feels so good. So soft. More, harder, please . . . just like that! I’m gonna come.”
And he did. Without warning, a burst of come flew out of his cock, hitting her chest. She laughed when another spurt came out. Then another. Her hand was slippery from his orgasm, and the look on his face was almost one of pain rather than pleasure. She had ropes of come on her chest and probably on her face, too, but Carlise didn’t care.
She’d never felt so desirable before. Riggs hadn’t even lasted thirty seconds after she’d gotten naked. There was no better sign that he was attracted to her than that.
She expected him to collapse on top of her, but she should’ve known he wouldn’t do anything she thought other men would do. His hands reached out, and he touched her reverently. His palms flattened on her chest, and he began to massage his release into her skin. The scent of him, musky and earthy, filled the air.
“I hope you’re comfortable,” he said almost conversationally.
“What? Why?”
“Because we’re going to be here awhile. Now that you took the edge off, I can take my time. Find out what you like . . . what makes you squirm, what makes you squeal, what makes you lose control. The good thing about living out here in the middle of nowhere is that there are very few distractions. I’m gonna take my time and show you how amazing sex can be.”
His little speech was a bit conceited. He was assuming she didn’t already know that sex could be good. But Carlise had a feeling any experiences she’d had in the past would pale in comparison to what this man could do to her, so he might have a reason to be conceited.