I drew my fingers down solid muscles, Ramses biting my lip again. My mouth filled with his metallic taste, and he hovered that big body over me, his cock hard as it pulsed my inner thigh.
“I’ll go slow,” he explained again, like he had to. He’d been about to take me from behind but obviously felt comfortable enough to let me see him full on.
And how crazy was that?
I’d felt inferior to him before, this beautiful man who appeared to have his own insecurities. Honestly, the realization floored me that he could feel in any way similar to the way I’d felt when we first began. That only proved to make me even hotter for him.
“Don’t hold back,” I urged, not wanting him to. “I told you I’m a big girl.”
Apparently, a match for him, his laugh throaty when he worked his pants off those thick thighs. He had a condom in his dress pants, which he took and sheathed himself with.
“You’ve been warned.” He smiled, kissing me deep into his coat. “It might hurt. It might hurt a lot.”
Well, I must have been a masochist because not only did the prospect thrill me, but I pooled so hotly between my legs I questioned if I’d come before. He made me crazy, made me feral. I kissed him deep as he guided himself inside, and at just the tip, I borderline felt half full. He wasn’t joking, my core stretching and laboring to adjust to his size. The pressure tugged hard at my walls, but even still, I didn’t want him to go slow.
“Go.”
He did, a hard thrust that ripped a cry through me, sharp pain that shot fire between my legs and made Ramses stop completely. He really stopped, right inside me, more than unease etched across his brow, but I tugged his hips.
“Fuck me,” I ground out, jerking my hips forward to make him move his. As extra incentive, I locked my legs around him, pressing the balls of my feet into his muscular ass. “Come on. It’s okay.”
It was okay even though it did hurt. God, did it hurt, the muscles more than tight, but I wanted him to keep going, to know he didn’t have to be gentle with me. To listen to me and trust what I had to say. I’d let him know if it was too much, and he needed to trust that I’d do that.
How curious, trust. This man didn’t know me at all, but I was asking him for that. A chance I was taking here, too.
His stare intensified as he cradled my face and thrust into me so hard and so fast we both called out. Sweat beaded Ramses’s brow as he dipped his head and sucked hard on my tits. He laved, suckling before tugging hard on my nipples, and it proved to be just the distraction to curl my toes.
I burned beneath him, my head falling back as he fucked me hard from above. I was along for this ride, and he was taking me with him, his ab muscles tightening with every thrust. His hard chest glistened with sweat, my core burning and aching from every thick slam and rock of his solid hips. He didn’t take it easy on me, that was for sure. Kissing me hotly, he dueled our tongues together.
“Fucking fuck,” he gritted, slamming his hands to the hardwood above his coat. This proved to be the stability he needed, his thighs slamming against the apex of mine, and each heated burn charged my flesh to my simmering blood. He rocked me to my bones, my hands gripping his forearms just to hold on. “Fuck, Bri. Fuck.”
More expletives, from both of us, my eyes rolling back and my fingers digging into his back. Between that and my nails embedded into his tough flesh, he roared above me, jerking my head back before taking my lip between his teeth. I instantly tasted blood again, the pair of us losing our minds.
“What are you fucking doing to me?” he grunted, looking right at me as he fucked me into his coat. “Goddamn.”
He pushed my hair out of my face, really looking at me while he did this. Like he was trying to see something in me, find me before closing his eyes and covering my mouth with his. It was the most intimate thing he could have ever done and possibly the most intimate thing I’d ever done. I’d never made love with my eyes completely open like that nor had a guy done that with me.
This Ramses didn’t seem like any other guy, my eyes closing as I lost myself beneath him. His labored thrusts ached forcefully between my legs, so good, so perfect, and the minute he came, I felt it.
I’d been right there with him, my walls expanding and contracting as his dick twitched and filled the condom between us. He spasmed hard between my legs, my heated juices flooding around him. I was covered in sweat myself and reeked of charged sex. Both of us did, Ramses’s scent a thick combination of male, aftershave, and whatever ocean breeze notes he used in his hair.
His dark waves hung in a curled veil over his eyes, sticking to his brow and mine. He lay me down and kissed me while still inside me, the pair of us burrowing into his coat.
“So, do you have a bed?” he laughed, making me laugh. I suppose I hadn’t answered him, coming right out and all that. Caging my face, he kissed me over to my ear, and I nodded, letting him know I did. I felt him smile against my ear, and more laughter touched the shell before he buried his face in my neck.
“Good,” he said, his teeth pinching my radiating flesh. He grinned. “I’m not quite sure we’ll leave it. At least, not tonight.”
His hand slid between my legs, a promise as he guided himself out only to pinch me there, pinch me hot. Apparently, something else I needed to know about Ramses surrounded his stamina, his finger entering me to the knuckle. His used his right hand, the finger he wore a ring on. I’d noticed it when we had pizza, a dark silver with an animal on the front.
He used it now to pleasure me, angry like the animal had been on the ring. I think it’d been a gorilla, its presence in my body tight within my already spasming walls. He used that ring to get me there again, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive this night with him…
But I had a feeling the sex may be only partly the reason.
Chapter Seven
Ramses
Disorientation occurred first. Realization of my feet hanging off the end of a bed only a fraction of my size? Hard second. My third thought surrounded the recollection of sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
Oh, yeah. Right. That.
The smile pulled lazily at my lips, my fingertips grazing the hardwood floor. My face lodged in a pillow, my nostrils filled with the most glorious scent, bottled fucking flowers.
My smile attempted to widen, but I frowned—hard—at finding the bed consisting of nothing but me, my hand empty of hips and/or Bri’s ridiculously beautiful ass. The woman had a great ass, and I’d brought us in here around 4 AM. I planned to drive back to campus today, an almost two-hour drive. Classes hadn’t started yet, but I’d been finding I stayed there more often than not as the date crept closer. In any sense, I hadn’t been trying to make that drive stiff as a board. I had a feeling Bri might have thanked me too for taking us in here this morning. A crick in the neck was a son of a bitch.
Fuck, had you really slept with her?
Lots and lots of times, yes, and shit, had she been a trooper. Ramses, erm, um, 2.0 below hadn’t even freaked her out last night. I’d hurt her. Well aware of that, but she’d been game and most importantly, there for it. I hadn’t been able to shy her away. Go figure.
Fuuuck, what are you doing?
Emotions obviously filled the evening last night. I caught the woman trying to attempt to jump off the high dive with a bottle of wine. Then she got me to admit some fucking feelings I hadn’t wanted to admit. Add that to the fact that I’d turned her down, came right back to her, and the two of us fucked each other’s brains out until we both forgot about the reasons we’d entered into whatever this was together?