“Baby,” he said in a low, raspy tone, nearly a growl; God, I loved hearing him call me baby. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t a seductress. If I was going to get what I wanted, namely him, I was going to have to be myself, not some version of what I thought he wanted. That meant being honest instead of trying to be sexy. I still held his hand in mine as I asked, “West, do you want me?”
“What?”
Time to be bold. I stepped closer, placing my knees on the couch so I was straddling his thighs and lowering myself onto his lap. “Do you want me?”
Where I’d been thankful for the darkness earlier, I now wished it was a bit brighter so I could see his reaction in his gaze. Those golden eyes were usually so expressive, giving him away.
I thought I saw a muscle in his jaw begin to tick as he pulled his hand from mine and grabbed hold of my hips. He pulled me deeper onto his lap at the same time he shifted his hips upward, rubbing the steel of the erection that was trapped behind his sweats against my lace-covered center, eliciting a gasp from me.
“What’s it feel like to you?”
It felt like there was a possibility he wasn’t going to fit. I hadn’t even seen his cock yet, and I could already tell he was huge. And it had been an embarrassingly long time for me. Even as my panties grew damper with my desire for him, panic clutched at my chest that this wasn’t going to work.
“Question is, grift, do you want me?”
I’d never been very good at the whole dirty talk thing, and I’d really dug his whole show-instead-of-tell method, so, following his lead, I took one of his hands and guided it between my thighs, pressing the pads of his fingers against the material covering my core. “What’s it feel like to you?” I asked once I knew he’d felt how wet I was for him.
A growl worked its way from deep within his chest at the feel of me, and he didn’t hesitate to push the sodden fabric aside and drag his blunt fingertips through my bare folds.
“Oh God,” I breathed, closing my eyes and dropping my head back at the sensations wracking my body at his touch. It was gentle, barely a whisper, but it still felt amazing.
“Eyes on me, Stella,” West ordered in a harsh voice I barely recognized. It took an ungodly amount of energy, but I somehow managed to right my head and peel my eyelids open to half-mast as he sank his index finger inside me. “You sure you’re up for this?” He asked, one arm wrapping around my hips to hold me in place as the other slowly began to fuck me.
“Y-yes,” I whispered on a choppy exhale.
“If you start to feel pain in your ribs, say so, and I’ll stop.”
Placing my palms on his naked chest, I felt the heat of his bare skin penetrate my own as I began to rock on top of him, chasing that digit every time it pulled out of me. “Don’t you dare stop touching me,” I groaned, letting one hand slide down the front of his body. His abs clenched and trembled beneath my touch as I dragged my nails down them and delved into the waistband of his sweats.
Once I had his hard, hot cock free, I wrapped my fingers around it and jacked him once, smiling when it twitched beneath my palm. His cock was a thing of beauty, a word I never thought I’d use to describe that particular appendage, but there you had it. I wasn’t necessarily an expert, having only had a handful of partners in the past, but West’s dick blew all those others out of the water.
“You stop, I stop,” I warned as he pulled in a deep, rough inhale and added a second finger. He began to move in time with my ministrations, fucking me hard and deep with those skilled fingers as I pumped his long, thick shaft faster and faster.
Precum dripped from his crown, wetting my grip and making it easier to slide up and down as the muscles in my thighs began to tense and tremble. I was teetering on the edge of something spectacular, and neither one of us had even gotten naked yet.
“West,” I whimpered, feeling the pressure deep in my core build and build, threatening to pull me beneath the surface.
“Such a tight, hot pussy,” he groaned, driving his hips upward into my fist. “I’ve been dying to feel you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.” With his free hand, he ripped the flimsy spaghetti straps of my nighty down my arms, baring my breasts to him, and leaned forward to suck one of my tight nipples into his mouth.
He moved back and forth between my breasts, alternating between stroking the sensitive peaks with his tongue and nipping them with his teeth. It was too much, and when his thumb joined the game, pressing hard against my clit, I detonated, tangling my free hand in his hair while my other gripped his cock even tighter. I came with his name on my lips, slowly coming down as he continued to stroke and suck.
That orgasm was better than any I’d had with those other men, but it still wasn’t enough. I felt greedy, empty, like I was missing something important, and I knew exactly what that something was.
Leaning forward and pressing my bare breasts against his chest, I rubbed my lips against his, my tongue peeking out for a little taste. He didn’t hesitate to turn the chaste kiss hot and dirty, fisting my hair and plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth. It was our first kiss, and it was everything.
He somehow managed to make me feel worshipped and wanted with only a kiss, and, in spite of the release I’d had a moment ago, it ramped me right back up again.
“West,” I panted against his lips.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I answered instantly, not feeling the slightest hint of embarrassment. I was too crazed and desperate to feel anything else. “I want you inside me right now, or I swear I’m going to lose my mind.”
The nightie was over my head and tossed to the floor in seconds, followed closely by the sound of fabric tearing as he literally ripped my panties off. They were one of my best pairs, but I couldn’t find it in me to care just then.
“Fuck me,” he grunted once he had me completely naked in his lap. “Look at you, baby. Knew you were beautiful, but . . .” His throat bobbed up and down on a thick swallow, “You’re better than anything I could have imagined, and I imagined a lot.”
“Please,” I begged, my core throbbing with an unbearable emptiness.
He reached between us, brushing my hand away and grabbing hold of his length. He notched it into place, and I readied myself to feel the stretch of him pushing inside me, but it didn’t come.
West’s nostrils flared on an inhale, every muscle in his body tight as a bowstring as he let out a curse. “Fuck. I need a condom.”
“I’m clean,” I panted desperately, placing my hands on his shoulders and digging my nails into the flesh that stretched over the hard, unyielding muscle beneath. “And I’m on the pill.”
Even in the shadows, I could see all that gold in his eyes catch fire, turning the brown to that reddish-amber color. “You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
On that one word, he took my hips in his hands and began to lower me onto his dick, raising his hips at the same time. The sensation was painful and exhilarating at the same time. I’d never been so full in my life. “This changes everything,” he gritted out once he was halfway inside me, a thin beading of sweat pebbling up on his forehead. “You’re mine now.”