I think I just fell head over heels in love with this man.
He spins me around in his arms and marches me backward toward the bed. His volcanic blue eyes are glowing along with the candles as he rakes over every inch of me. He’s seen me, but only in increments. That first day in my bra. Tonight in the bathroom. But never fully on display like this for him.
“God, Maia,” he whispers reverently. “How did I get so lucky?”
I keep asking myself the same thing.
His hands cup my face as his mouth crashes down on me, his tongue diving past my parted lips and dancing with mine. The fingers of one hand drag through the long strands of my hair where he grips me by the roots, tilting my head to deepen our connection.
Gone is the gentle, romantic man who lit candles.
The one kissing me now is lit with passion and fueled by carnal desire.
A match to flint there is no stopping the fire between us. Excitement burns through the air and across my body in pulsing waves, smothering the last remnants of my nerves.
My hands become greedy, needing to touch him. To explore every inch of him. I start at his shoulders, dragging down over his large biceps before I find his chest. His heart is racing beneath my palm and something about that seems to spike my own. His abs ripple and tense as my fingers touch him, my nails scraping, toying with the trail of hair just below his navel.
He is cut from stone. A beautiful wall of muscle and flesh.
And mine. This man is so mine, I’m not sure there was any other alternative.
The hand on my cheek slides down my neck, tossing my long hair back over my shoulder, exposing my breast to him. He takes full advantage, cupping it in his large hand and lifting it up, testing its weight as it overflows. His thumb brushes over my painfully hard nipple and I whimper into his mouth as sparks of pleasure zap through me.
“You like that?” he rasps, and I can only nod as he pinches it harder. His other hand scoops up the other breast, squeezing them together with a firm grasp. “You have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. So gorgeous they’ve starred in every fantasy I’ve had about you. And now I get to enjoy them.” He sucks one pert nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around and around before scraping the tender flesh with his teeth.
“How many fantasies have you had about me?” I pant.
I feel him smile against me, a low chuckle rumbling into me. “How long have you been living here?”
“I’ve wanted you too. Tons of fantasies all about you.”
He groans, rocking his hips, and with each thrust, he hits my aching pussy. My good hand clings to his back, my nails digging in. My other hand flies up to his hair as I unexpectedly cry out.
It’s so good it’s almost too much.
“Keith,” I plead, my voice a high-pitched keen as he continues his exquisite torment on my breasts, driving me up higher and higher as he thrusts and thrusts.
He slips two fingers inside me, growling when he feels how wet I am, and sucks harder on my nipple. The vibrations do me in, and the second his thumb hits my clit, I detonate. Stars flash across my vision as my knees start to buckle beneath me. Keith swoops his hand along my lower back, holding me up without slowing the pace of his fingers until I’m completely boneless.
He emits a husky humming sound, something tinted with his own pleasure and satisfaction.
My caveman likes to make me come it seems.
Keith gently lowers me to the bed, and I fall back, not even able to hold myself upright or play it cool. A breathy laugh flees my lungs. “Okay. You win. You’re in control.”
He grins triumphantly. “Glad we got that out of the way. There is nothing sexier or more beautiful than when you come, so I plan on doing that a lot.”
His lips fuse themselves to mine, kissing and nipping at me and within seconds, I’m craving more of it. Needing to feel him everywhere. I want the pressure of his weight on top of me. His scent and taste on my tongue. His body inside of mine.
He shifts, cool air replacing his body, and I open my eyes find him staring at me while he takes off his pants. Holy hell, in a handbasket, this is actually happening. His cock springs free, long, thick, and hard, and I reach out to touch it before I can stop myself. I give it a firm squeeze and he grunts. It’s steel encased in smooth velvet, and I start to pump it.
I look up at him, his gaze burning into mine. “You’re going to have to teach me how to pleasure you.”
He groans, his head falling back as he bites out a slew of curses before meeting my eyes again. “Darlin’, I can already tell you’re a natural, but I’ll happily teach you anything you want to learn.”
Leaning down, he kisses me as I continue to stroke him, but all too soon he pulls away, going to his nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom. He sheaths himself up while I watch, utterly captivated by his raw, delicious masculinity. I’m already so turned on again just by the sight of him putting a condom on his dick that I can feel myself leaking onto his bed.
I have no idea if that’s normal or not, but I have a feeling in the next few minutes any extra lubrication will be a blessing. Keith is big. And did I mention thick?
Oh boy.
He prowls on all fours on the bed, moving toward me with hunger in his eyes. My breath comes out in choppy pants as I swivel around to face him, spreading my legs and laying back. He takes his cock in hand, teasing it at my entrance, slipping in the tiniest amount before dragging it back out and toying with my clit.
“Keith, please.” I can’t take the suspense anymore. He grunts, his face tight with concentration. His tongue moistens his lips as his broad, muscular chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. “Don’t make me do it myself.”
A gust of air escapes in the form of a strained laugh. “Oh, baby, I’m going to do it. I’m going to fuck you so good. But I don’t want to rush it either. I want to do it slow. I want you to remember every second of it so that when it’s over, you still feel my cock every time you move.”
Lips meets mine in a scorching hot kiss just as his cock presses against my entrance again. He grasps one leg, bending it at the knee and spreading me wider as he tucks it against his chest. My other leg loops around his lean hips, resting on the crest right above his ass.
His teeth drag along my bottom lip as our foreheads meet.
And with his eyes on mine, he thrusts forward.
My head snaps away like a slingshot, my breath lodged in my chest as I bite down on my bottom lip. That feels… not so fun. Like my insides are burning and tearing.
“Breathe, Maia. Take a deep breath in and relax, baby. The hard part is over. After this it will be all pleasure, I promise.”
I turn back to him only to discover my hands are planted in his chest, pushing him back. He stares at me warily, concern etched in his tightly drawn brow. He nods his head, a silent encouragement, and instead of screaming at him or strangling him or shoving him off me and running into the bathroom to hide, I do as he says. Trusting him.
But wowzers, my vagina is not happy right now.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his hand stroking my cheek as he searches my face.
Am I? “I think so.”
As I take that deep breath and focus on relaxing, the burn starts to lessen. The sting not so pronounced. His lips capture mine as his hand starts to fondle my breasts, toying with my nipples in just such a way that a spark of desire begins to eclipse the discomfort that snuffed it out.