I couldn’t help but smile, some of that shyness fading away, he brought me down to my knees with him, and on just his hip, he still outdid me in height by like a foot. He was a really big boy, a big man.
He cradled my face as I came down, pushing my hair away. He eased me down to my back, a full hand between my breasts.
I sucked in a breath as he eased the teddy off one of my tits, warming my breast beneath a fisted hand. So Ramses was a breast man, noted.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled, my throat jumping. My thighs held a tremble but mostly due to surprise as his hand disappeared between them. I didn’t consider myself particularly body conscious, but this was new, and he was, well, a stranger.
A stranger with beautiful eyes and a hungry mouth, his tongue gliding down my thigh as his finger hooked the lingerie over my sex. He teased me beneath the sheer lace, his eyes peeking up and his grin wicked. He blew hot breath over my pussy lips, his digit playing at the seam. “How do you taste, Brielle?”
He continued to play and tease, and I was up on the balls of my feet. I wanted to grab him. I wanted him to do something but all he did was allow his knuckle to graze my flesh. Eventually, he worked his way through, knuckling my clit with soft pressure but not long before he tugged away.
“Will you rock my shit?” he asked, pinching my nipple. He tongued my lower lips. “I have a feeling you will.”
A guttural moan when he sucked my folds completely into his mouth, tonguing his way between them with reckless abandon. He latched onto my sex, disappearing completely between my thighs, and the comment I’d made about him being a breast man I completely tossed away.
Ramses seemed to have a taste for nothing but my buzzing flesh, devouring every gush and burst of my heat. I ached over his wool coat, my nails digging into his scalp, which only made him feast harder.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands completely on my thighs as he spread me wide. He brought both thighs over his shoulders, knotting my ankles behind his head. “I knew you’d taste fucking good.”
I groaned, my ass up as he tore my panties. Like literally ripped them off and tossed them away. This gave him better access to my tiny curls, his teeth biting my mound before retreating back to my hot juices. I buzzed like an angry hive, a bee queen on a throne, and he made me feel that way, not allowing me to escape as he drew from my heat and his fingers bit into my flesh. I was going to come and fast. I wouldn’t last.
“I’m going to come,” I admitted, biting my lip. I tugged on my nipple, expediting the process, and noticing, Ramses pushed my hand away.
He pinned it underneath my butt, holding it with no escape.
“You only get to come from my mouth,” he said, taking my other hand and doing the same. He lifted me up. “Only from me.”
Oh. My. Hell.
Ramses was definitely a pussy guy, laving and working my charged sex. A hard suck, then a bite to my clit, and I flooded like a broken dam over his tongue, and the instant I had, he’d been readily aware.
His eyes hazed to a lazy hood, complete euphoria in his eyes as he groaned and his ministrations between my legs picked up. He drank from my body like a man dying of thirst, licking and sucking with great care. He didn’t want to lose a drop, his mouth seeking mine before my bottom could even return to the coat.
He worked the teddy off my shoulders, guiding me to my front.
“On your knees,” he coached, my body spent and my limbs lazy. I honestly didn’t know if I had the strength, but he clearly had. He grabbed my hips, getting me in position. He removed the straps of my lingerie completely off my arms before pulling the whole thing over my ass.
The sheer lace pooled at the back of my knees, but he made quick work of that, guiding each leg out before I was completely naked with him behind me. I couldn’t see him this way, completely vulnerable.
But he could definitely see me.
My sex buzzing again and so soon after he made me come, his thumbs spreading me apart before his hands squeezed and worked my ass cheeks. He breathed heat over those too, a feral husk to his breathing.
“You got a gorgeous ass, Bri,” he said, actually biting it. He pulled the flesh deep into his mouth, and my sex charged again.
Oh my hell.
A deep chuckle sounded behind me, and I realized I said it out loud this time, Ramses drawing back to his haunches. I knew because I peeked behind me, my legs shaking and weak, and especially, due to the position he had me in.
“Hell is right,” he said, completely undoing his tie. It slid like a dark serpent beneath his collar, flipping it up and basically making him the poster boy for PornHub. Especially when he tossed it and began unfastening his shirt buttons. He revealed inch by glowing inch of golden skin, a dark trail dusting down to his abs before disappearing beneath his belt buckle. He worked the shirt off, exposing a muscled torso assaulted with fine definition, his pecs thick and immaculate, his shoulders big without being bulky. This definitely had something to do with his height, more narrow than anything else, but he was still firm and large.
Large… everything.
The outline of his cock lined his pants, something I’d already felt up in the car. My mouth watered as he hovered over me, leaving his pants on and grinding against my naked bottom. He gave me a tease of that massive force between his thighs, really big.
Oh my—
He guided me to touch him, feel him as he eased my hand back and rubbed himself over my palm. He undid his pants, let me inside and…
Oh my God.
I couldn’t see him, but I could definitely feel him, fucking curious now, and what the fuck?
He really is big.
“This okay?” he asked, like he knew, like he maybe even dealt with this kind of reaction toward, um, himself. “I’ll go slow.”
“Okay.” I swallowed, closing my eyes. “Can I see you?”
I wanted to, his hand slowing mine down on top of him. I’d considered my ex-husband moderately sized, and I’d only been with a couple of others but that’d been a while ago, back in college.
Ramses slowed his hand. He basically froze upon my request, both hands easing onto my naked hips. “You sure?”
The uncertainty in his voice made laugh, that was until I glanced back and saw him. More than one wrinkle worried his brow, like he was actually worried.
Oh, wow. Is he?
I had to say, his confidence definitely had slipped a little, his eyes on me as he guided himself out and pushed his trousers down his golden thighs. Dusted in dark hairs, the same tone dusted around his extended length.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’d said it out loud. Though I hadn’t meant to, and the worry that twisted his brow pinched his lips tight. He fisted a dick well longer than the size of his hand, which said something because Ramses had some pretty big hands. He was thick at the top, veiny at the sides and his balls hung heavy, weighted beneath it all. This man had the most glorious cock I’d possibly ever seen. But that had nothing to do with the size. He was just, in a word, perfect.
I hadn’t spoken again soon enough.
I knew because he started to reach for his pants, like maybe I’d changed my mind and again, he’d expected it. I mean, I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t intimidated by all that, but I sure as fuck was game.
“Come over here,” I told him, like he had me before. I pulled him to my lips, kissing him from behind. This appeared to be enough to charge him on because he guided me to my back and let me see him full on, him on top of me, large and solid as he hung over me. I felt like a mortal to his god, an unyielding force above me.