I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist just like I knew she would. The kiss was ravenous and consuming, neither of us giving quarter as I sat her on the edge of the island.
Her fingers tunneled into my hair, and she pulled slightly, holding me to her kiss with the sweetest bite of pain as she licked the roof of my mouth. “I love kissing you,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Good.” Because she wasn’t kissing anyone else. This mouth was mine. This body was mine. She was mine. I tilted her head and kissed her deeper as my dick surged against the cabinetry. Would there ever be a time when this woman didn’t get me hard as the fucking granite with a single kiss? I doubted it. “Tell me you still want this—you want me.”
Her pupils dilated as she tugged my hair again lightly. “I want you.”
“I’m not a gentle man. What you saw—and felt—the first time we were together was me being exceptionally careful,” I warned her, knowing that if all she wanted was gentle and sweet, then I’d give her exactly that.
“And it was delicious.” Her voice lilted in a way that sounded like she was thanking me for dessert. “But I want whatever it was you were holding back. I want all of you, Cannon. You won’t break me. Let me prove that I’m strong enough for you.” She feathered her thumb over my lips, and I nipped at it.
“You have nothing to prove to me.”
She responded by jerking my shirt over my head. It landed in the mixing bowl, but I didn’t give a fuck. Not when her lips were at my neck, my throat, my chest. Her kisses were little flicks of fire to my nervous system that gathered in my cock.
Her hands skimmed my sides, feathered over my abs where they lingered when her touch made the muscles tense. “You are pure fantasy. It’s like you stepped out of my hottest dreams. You know that, right?”
“Then we must have the same damned dream because you sure as hell have starred in mine,” I growled, bringing her mouth back to mine. I kissed her with reckless abandon, not slowing to seduce her or gentling when she whimpered. Her hands reached for the waistband of my athletic shorts, and she tugged.
The fabric protested over the head of my dick for a second, then fell to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks quickly.
Our mouths never parted as I flicked open the button of her shorts and yanked down her zipper. She lifted her hips, and I peeled her shorts off her ass, taking her panties with them down her thighs and past her knees, stepping back only long enough for her shorts to join mine.
My jersey and her bra went next, leaving her naked and hungry for me. Her fingers found my boxer briefs, and then she squeezed the length of my cock through the fabric.
“Fuck,” I hissed, leaning into her.
“Harder? Faster?” she asked as her hand slid up and down slowly.
“Goddamn, Persephone,” I growled.
“Teach me.” She ran her thumb over the exposed head where I rose above my waistband, then brought her thumb to her mouth and licked off a drop of pre-cum before reaching for my cock again.
I managed to grab her wrist, stopping her. “Not today.”
She blinked, then ran her tongue over her lower lip. “I want to know how to please you. How to make you as wild as you make me.”
“You already do,” I promised, stroking my thumb over the inside of her wrist. “But you start touching me like that, and I’m going to have to hold back, and I want you too fucking badly for that kind of restraint right now.”
“But you’ll teach me another time?” she asked, already shifting her thighs.
“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know,” I promised. I would. She could pull out the Karma Sutra and leave it on the fucking coffee table like a takeout menu if she wanted. We’d do everything she wanted.
I let go of her wrist and ditched my boxer briefs. Then I gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the counter.
Our mouths met in another kiss, and I let myself off the leash. I anchored her at her hip, and took her breast with the other hand, thumbing the already pert nipple. She moaned and leaned into my touch.
Then I tongued that spot on her neck that drove her crazy and was rewarded by a gush of warmth against my cock as she cried out. My fingers found her already wet and slippery, so I moved the head of my dick to her entrance. Fuck, she already felt amazing, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
“Are you taking me upstairs?” she asked as her nails bit into my shoulders.
“No.” I grinned, letting every ounce of my intent show.
“But…” She rocked against me, but she didn’t have the leverage to bring me inside. “I don’t want to wait.”
“We’re not going to.” Hands on her hips, I pinned her and slowly pushed inside of her. I gritted my teeth against the pleasure that assaulted me as I took possession of her inch by inch. She was so fucking tight.
Her breath came in jerky gasps as she stared at me with wide, desire-glazed eyes.
“Put your legs around my waist,” I instructed, feeling her give and soften around me as I kept pushing forward.
She did, locking her ankles at the small of my back. “Like this?”
“Just like that. Fuck. You feel so damned good. Are you okay?” I rested my forehead against hers.
“Uh huh.” She tried to move, but I wouldn’t let her. “I thought you said you weren’t holding back.”
“Feel how tight you are?” I barely managed the words as I pulled out slightly only to drive back in, taking another inch.
“I feel how massive you are. You’re stretching me, and it stings so good.” She gripped my hair.
“There’s a difference between not holding back and not hurting you.” I’d made her come almost twice before I’d taken her that first time, but I’d been too impatient to wait now. I tilted her head with one hand and set my mouth on her neck.
“I can take it.” She writhed and rocked against me.
She relaxed, and I took that last fucking inch, seating myself to the hilt as she cried out, but there was only pleasure in her eyes. “You’ll never have to take it because I’ll never fucking hurt you.”
“I’m not weak.” She flexed her thighs around me.
“I know that. Now hold on.” I couldn’t hold still any longer.
She locked her hands behind my neck as I pulled nearly all the way out and drove back in. We both groaned.
“Again,” she ordered.
I obeyed, taking her in another long, deep thrust as she called out my name. Then I did it again and again, starting a hard, slow rhythm and keeping it. She met my every thrust, taking and giving all in the same motion as she gripped my cock like a fist.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this.” I took her over and over, letting my control slip slightly as I lost myself in her. Every stroke was better than the last, every kiss hotter.
“Good.” She let go of my neck and laid back on the counter, her arms rising until she gripped the edge of the other side. “Now stop holding back and fuck me.”
She looked like a wanton goddess stretched out in front of me, ready to be worshiped, and those words on her lips shredded what was left of my control.
I thrust deep and hard. “Is that what you want?”