“Wow. That was…” I struggle to catch my breath.
Hale leans over me and kisses the side of my neck. “You seem to be catching on to my lessons nicely.” He nips at the tender skin at the base of my throat, and I realize he’s nowhere near done with me. “Do you need a moment to recover?” His gaze moves between my breasts and my eyes.
I shake my head, the quiet intensity of the moment settling in. The flickering candlelight. The scent of my arousal in the air. I’m lost to him and this moment entirely, and I want more.
Hale rises from the bed and pulls his shirt over his head. His jeans and boxers go next, and he stands before me, completely nude, looking like a sexy, muscled god with his six-pack abs, his smooth and defined pecs, and impressive erection.
My eyes are drawn to it, and I don’t even try not to stare. My greedy gaze drinks its fill. He’s nicely manicured down there, and his cock is long, thick, and straight. It’s perfect, actually, and I’ve never thought that about a penis before. His fist closes around it, and he strokes himself once from base to tip.
“Do you want me to fuck you, peach?” he whispers.
More than anything. “Yes,” I answer dutifully.
He moves onto the bed, kneeling between my parted knees. There is not even a question of protection, both of us having disclosed our personal health records, including the fact that I’m on birth control.
I’ve never been so crazed with want and lust that I’ve felt out of control, but that’s how he makes me feel. I hate his practiced restraint and composure. He slowly slides the panties down my legs and discards them at the end of the bed.
Leaning over me, Hale brings my hands up above my head, linking our fingers and pressing me firmly into the bed. His hard arousal presses against my center, and I want to rock against him, to angle my hips and force him inside, but I don’t. He kisses me deeply and I follow his lead, my lips parting and my tongue dancing with his.
He is by far the best kisser I’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing. His lips are soft, yet firm, his tongue warm and delivering subtle strokes that leave me wanting more. More of everything. I imagine what his mouth would feel like between my legs.
Unable to hold back, I grind against him and he groans. “Not yet.” He pulls his lips from mine. “I don’t want to hurt you with this.” He slides his cock against my slickness. “Need to make sure you’re ready, okay?”
I’m about to tell him I’m ready when his mouth lowers to my breasts and his tongue licks a path between my cleavage.
“I want to fuck these later,” he murmurs. “They’re gorgeous.”
I’ve always hated that my breasts were on the smaller side, but the way Hale is worshipping them changes my mind. I feel perfectly whole in his presence. He holds nothing back, releasing my hands to push my breasts together and lick the cleavage he creates, sucking firmly on my nipples until I’m about to scream. I reach between us, gripping his solid cock, and slide my hand up and down.
He sucks in a breath and curses softly. “You better be ready for this.”
“I am,” I pant, squeezing him.
“I’m going to tell you exactly what to do. Do you understand?”
My gaze lifts to his and I nod.
Taking his thick cock in his hand, he strokes himself slowly again. Is he doing that just to torture me?
“A man likes it when you know how to please him. You’re going to become the girl he can’t live without. The only girl he wants to fuck. Period.”
I stare at him, incredulous, wondering how exactly I’m going to accomplish that.
“Turn over. Put that nice round ass in the air. Just like before.”
I roll onto my stomach and then lift my behind up, curling my knees under me. My cheek rests on the pillow, and though I can’t see much, I can see enough. Hale rises up on his knees behind me, admiring the view and positioning himself against me.
He trails his finger down my spine, not stopping until I feel his finger between my cheeks, ghosting over me. “Did I tell you already that I want to fuck you here?” He gives my butt a quick swat, and I release a grunt.
“Y-yes.” I don’t think that’s on tonight’s agenda, but he constantly keeps me guessing, so who knows. I am totally at his mercy, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
Palming both of my ass cheeks in his large hands, he aligns his eager cock against me and thrusts forward. My pussy squeezes around him, not quite as ready for the invasion as I thought. I’m instantly reminded that I’ve been celibate for four long years.
He stills against me. “Relax your muscles, okay?” His tone is sincere and soft, and I’m starting to crave this tender side of him that he only shows on occasion.
I take a deep breath and when I exhale, he pushes forward again, sinking a little deeper this time. Dear God. He’s stretching me in the most wonderful way, easing in and pulling back slowly, carefully. The competent way he moves speaks to his experience with women, something I don’t want to think about in this moment.
“Goddamn, you’re tight, peach.” His voice comes out strained and raw.
One more long, slow thrust and finally he’s buried fully within me. A low moan escapes my lips. Ever since our first meeting, I’ve imagined what fucking him would be like. Never in my dirtiest fantasy was it this good. He moves in and out at the perfect pace. Varying his thrusts from hard and fast to deep and slow, lingering when he’s fully buried inside me as if he wants to savor the feeling. The way his hands grip my hips, and he pulls me back firmly against him with each thrust, tells me I’m going to have little fingertip bruises there tomorrow. And damn if I don’t love the thought of him marking me.