He knew that urgency. He pulled away from her to open the condom wrapper.
“Now that’s sexy,” she said as she watched him apply the condom.
He’d never thought so, but having her watch him so intently? Now that made his dick twitch.
He spread her legs and slid into her, easy and slow.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I told you I’m not really a virgin. I’ve had other things in there.”
“Things. Tell me what kinds of things.” He inched in a little more. She was tight, hot, and wet, and he wanted to drive in deep. But he held back.
“Dildos. Vibrators.” She breathed in and out and lifted against him. “I even tried a cucumber once.”
“Fuck, Katrina.” Unable to resist anymore, he shoved to the hilt, burying himself in her.
She gasped. “I had to know what it felt like to get fucked.”
He scooped her butt in his hands and tilted her pelvis up, needing to angle her so he could feel her—really feel her. God, she felt so good.
“Well, now you know what it feels like to get fucked.” He withdrew, then thrust again.
She planted her feet on the mattress and met his thrusts with one of her own, giving as good as she got. “Yes, I do. It feels good. Really good. Now give it to me hard. And don’t hold back.”
She was going to make him explode. His brains were going to leak out his ears and he was going to die fucking this woman.
And he didn’t think he’d care.
KATRINA HAD NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS. OF course she’d never felt anything like this, because this was a man. A living, breathing, human male and not a toy.
It was an amazing feeling having Grant’s cock moving inside her, his body sliding over hers, his chest rubbing against her breasts.
And, oh, God, he knew just how to maneuver his body so that he rubbed her clit.
“You feel good,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “Hot. Tight. Wet. Do you know how that squeezes my cock, Katrina?”
The way he spoke to her, his voice husky and dark as he moved within her, made her body tighten around him.
“You make me want to come,” he said. “And when I do, I’m going to push deep inside you and fill you.”
She’d dreamed about this, about what it would be like to have a man fuck her. But never in her wildest imaginings had she thought it would be this …
Amazing.
He didn’t just use his cock on her. He kissed her neck, her mouth, teased her earlobe with his teeth. And he swept his hands down her rib cage to grasp her hip, to raise her leg so he could sink deeper inside her.
He talked to her, told her how it felt for him, about how she felt to him.
It was sensory overload of the best kind. She was swept away, her mind and body both trying to process everything she was experiencing.
And when she tightened around his cock and came, she tilted her head back and expressed herself with a loud cry. In response, Grant gripped her tightly and groaned against her neck, laving her neck with his tongue and shuddering against her.
She never knew that experiencing a man’s orgasm could extend her own, but it did. She wrapped her legs around him and held him deep within her, riding out the waves of pleasure that fully swamped her.
Breathing was difficult after that. They clung together, their bodies attached by sweat and tangled limbs. The ends of her hair stuck to his chest.
She’d never known anything more perfect.
Or more terrifying, because now that she’d had this, self-induced pleasure was never going to be adequate again.
Grant caught her attention by pressing his lips to hers. “You okay?”
“I’m … perfect.”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah, you are.”
She laughed. “No, seriously. That was awesome. You were amazing.”
“See? I told you I’d get to awesome and amazing.”
She laughed. “You did, didn’t you? Well, you succeeded.”
He rolled away and disposed of the condom, then held out his hand to her. “Come on. We both need a shower.”
He was right about that. She followed him into the bathroom, where he indulged her even more in his oversized shower. He soaped her back—and her front—which she found all kinds of fun. Plus she had the opportunity to touch him by soaping him up. She liked having free rein to run her hands over his body, and wasn’t at all surprised when he got hard again.
“If I didn’t feel like I’d already used you enough tonight, I’d want to be inside you again.”
“I’m not a fragile flower, you know.”