Seventy dollars well spent.
Adrian didn’t apologize. Instead, he tightened his grip and shred the material from my curves. The teddy tossed away. I didn’t let him speak. I worked quickly too, my gaze studying the defined V’s of his lower abdomen.
He hid himself beneath the thick terrycloth, but the towel didn’t hide much.
He pulsed. Hard.
And impossibly big.
The monster between his legs practically jumped with need, straining against the towel to reach me.
Adrian had teased me the other night. Pleasured me, ravished me, and then left me panting for something more than his skilled kisses. My body had slickened and clenched on nothing, wishing for that thickness to make me whole.
He’d denied me.
And he’d known exactly the trouble it’d cause. The long nights. The burning curiosity. The shameful touches in the dark.
But now he was here, begging to be released and then to release within me.
And I’d never wanted any man more.
He ripped my lingerie in a lust-crazed fury. As if we had no other choice. As if we were compelled to writhe against each other in furious desperation.
The sheer material fell away. I was exposed.
More exposed than I’d been the night we simply teased and explored.
He’d take me.
Make me his.
Come inside of me.
His fingers tangled in the elastic of my panties, shoving them to the side as neither of us could bear the thought of me shifting from his lap. I wrenched at his towel and revealed my prize.
It’d been a miracle that he hadn’t been more seriously hurt after the strike of the puck. My good fortune kept him whole and eager.
Adrian’s cock was larger than I’d even imagined. It pulsed, and my mouth watered as it throbbed, eager for me.
All mine…at least for tonight.
Adrian’s kiss commanded me into stillness as his fingers explored the wetness between my legs.
We were close.
Inches apart.
His cock, thick and bulging with straining veins, twitched against my tummy. He had me slick, ready, and nearly wracked with tears for just a simple touch. I bucked my hips forward, praying that sensitive part of me might contact his infernally hot shaft.
One bump, and the sensation was too much to bear. His skin was velvet and iron, and my petals practically dripped for just a touch. It’d take only a careless thrust, and he’d enter me.
And claim me forever.
His hand tangled in my hair. The other embraced me around the waist—pinning me against him.
As if I’d escape.
As if I’d deny myself this amazing moment.
“I’d planned to treat you better than this…” His words ripped from his rasping throat. “Candlelight. Music. I wanted to lay you down in my arms.”
I arched as his lips trailed over my neck and below. He captured my nipple between his teeth and tugged. The lovely sharpness only enthralled me more, each nip a lightning strike to my waiting core.
“I am in your arms,” I whispered. “I don’t need the other things. Only you.”
He raised me onto my knees and positioned me over his thickness. “I wanted this to be perfect.”
“This is perfect.”
My heart pounded against my ribs, punishing me for every second I didn’t take advantage of the pleasure he offered.
The head of his cock rubbed my slickness.
The dark flint of his eyes struck hard, igniting his stare.
I couldn’t take any more teasing or fantasies. For so long, we’d denied any sort of attraction toward the other. Played it safe. Never getting too close. Never revealing too much.
But now?
What was left to reveal except how badly I desired him?
I bit my lip and lowered myself, sliding on his raging length.
Slowly, slowly.
He was big, bigger than I’d expected and far more severe and demanding. Not a since inch of him yielded. It was my body, my virginity, that had to give first.
And I owed him that surrender.
He demanded it of me. Whispered my name. Swore and shook, his hands pawing at my curves as each passing second tortured with the excruciating possibility of utter pleasure.
The pinch flustered me. But Adrian was there. He wrapped me tight, kissed me hard, and stole the shocked squeal as I stretched and ached and impaled myself on this perfect mountain of a man.
Too much.
Too much of everything.
His size. His heat. His scent.
It overwhelmed me as my body eagerly accepted as much of him as was possible.
How could anything feel this incredible?
“Ready?” His words rumbled deep in my core. “Hold onto me.”
Like I could do anything else.
His hands wrapped over my hips. I sunk down and punished myself with the beautiful intensity of his invasion. Adrian’s satisfied grunt echoed with vulgar need as his hips flexed up.
One single strike into the deepest part of me, and he’d taken me whole.
What else could a girl do but surrender—to his strength, his skill, his solemn promise of pleasure?
I fell forward, collapsing upon his barrel of a chest as his unprotected cock sheathed completely within my virgin softness. The man was a monster, as intimidating in the bedroom as he was on the ice. And yet, I trusted him implicitly with my most vulnerable secrets.
His tender touch, his eager kisses promised only bliss.
I melted.
Worse.
I combusted.
My every thought, my every urge, my every inhibition shattered as I took his length again. Pulled out to the head plunged once more into my heat. The shivers captured me before his arms. I cried out, and Adrian silenced my confused pleasure with his kisses.
But I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stay still and simply enjoy.
I had to move.
Wild instinct overwhelmed me. My mind fractured with frenzied desperation, and I feared if I stopped the frantic bucking of my hips, I would’ve severed my connection to reality forever.
This wasn’t a normal reaction to a man’s touch.
This was something more.
Something primal and dangerous.
In this forbidden moment, all that was hidden suddenly revealed. Our simmering feelings, unspoken words, unrequited touches. He read it all. Deciphered it with a single kiss, explored it with a touch, and revealed that honesty with each thrust inside me.
And yet, I still offered myself to him. Even knowing what he might realize. What might be undone.
I clenched hard over his length, whimpering with quiet astonishment as he hardened even more. I savored the veined ridges, the head, the tightening of his shaft as he sliced within my heat.
He held me close, his own desires destroying his resolve. The man’s control wavered, the unraveling thread of his patience all but frayed with pleasure. Adrian’s hands led my pace, and he slammed my body against his with enough force to clap my thighs against his. It was a vulgar, delicious sound, and every echo in his unfinished living room excited me more.
He grumbled in my ear, and a deep, husky layer of passion shadowed his words.
“You’re goddamned amazing…” His encouragement was punctuated with a rapturous groan. “Never knew you could fuck like this…”
Within moments, the power shifted.
No longer was I the one controlling his pace, his cock, and our pleasure.
Adrian’s expression darkened into feral possession. His motions overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto his chest, simply holding the man to survive the crash of pleasure that destroyed me with his desires.