Him and me?
We were doing this.
For a while.
And in that exact moment, I decided for my part I was doing this.
Heartstrings be damned.
I was giving this magnificent man everything.
Everything I had.
When he was done, he could move on to a woman who could make him happy.
And that would be devastating.
And glorious.
Because I wanted that for him.
I craved that for him.
But in the meantime…
I pushed up to my knees, then adjusted until I was facing him.
“Babe—”
He cut himself off when I yanked my cami over my head, and I was naked up top.
His gaze instantly dropped to my chest.
My breasts were large, not exactly in proportion to my body.
I’d always been a tad self-conscious of them.
Now was no different.
It was going to get worse.
I undid the drawstring of my boxers.
“Baby,” he whispered.
I pulled them down, fell to my hip, shoved them over my knees quick as I could, kicking them off.
They flew over the side of the bed.
That was a lot farther than I wanted them to be, but I couldn’t go after them now.
Before I lost courage, I got back up on my knees facing him. That done, I found I’d tapped too deep into my reserves, so I couldn’t stop myself from covering what I could of my breasts with one arm, holding the bulge of my belly that I was about ten thousand times more self-conscious about than my breasts in my other hand.
Rix was statute still, except his eyes were moving all over me.
I felt the heat creep and said, “I should probably lay off the oatmeal cookies.”
His gaze ceased roaming to rest on mine.
And his hand came out, fingers wrapping around my wrist at my stomach, but that was it.
Except he murmured, “Come here, Alex.”
I didn’t move.
“Baby, come here. Now.”
I swallowed, started to move, and he threw back the covers.
I looked.
I saw his thighs and knees, muscled, perfect, pristine, several inches of flesh below, then his limbs were neatly tucked away.
I kept moving, swinging a leg over his hips, and hiding my nudity by bending forward and resting my torso on him.
His chest hair was even better, skin to skin.
He wrapped both arms around me.
“Christ,” he said to my face, “you’re fuckin’ something.”
“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
His tone rocked straight to guttural when he answered, “Fuck yeah.”
“Can we have sex?”
No sifting or tangling, his hand went up and gripped my hair, his other one went down and claimed my ass.
And it was grating this time when he repeated, “Fuck yeah.”
I kissed him.
He kissed me.
He was right.
Fuck yeah.
My hands roamed.
His hands roamed more.
I got stubble burn on my cheeks, jaw and neck, and I loved it.
He likely had teeth marks on his neck and collarbone, he acted like he loved it, and I hoped he did, though I knew I loved giving them to him.
His nipples were peaked because I’d nibbled at them.
My nipples were peaked because he’d rolled and pinched them.
I was so ready, my wet had started gliding down my inner thigh, when I broke our most recent kiss and asked, “Condom?” at the same time he grunted, “Wallet.”
He then gave me the hottest grin he’d ever given me, and this time, I let myself whimper.
Then I sat up.
He twisted at the waist to reach to his jeans on the floor.
I shimmied down his legs, fingers in the waistband of his shorts, and pulled down, stopping suddenly when I had them at his thighs.
Because his cock sprang free.
His massive cock.
Perfectly formed, purple, veined and distended.
Holy God.
I didn’t think, not once, so there was no hope of thinking twice.
I gripped him at the base, went in, and swallowed as much as I could get.
I felt the bed move powerfully, and the room rumbled with his groan of, “Jesus, fuck, Alex.”
Then his hand was again gripping my hair.
It was encouragement, but I didn’t need it.
Rix’s big dick nestled in those dark curls, tasting of him, filling my mouth, hard and silk, I could blow him for a lifetime.
I didn’t have a lifetime, but I had now.
So I went for it, sucking and stroking and licking.
Eventually, I vaguely sensed his hands on me sending a message, and since he was strong, it was a powerful message. So like a kitten, mewing and resistant when the bowl of milk was being taken away, I got my last licks in before he hauled me up his chest.
Then he rolled me so he was on top.
“I like your cock,” I breathed.
“No shit?” he asked, his voice rough with sex, but also amused, and honestly, that mix was the best I’d heard in my life.
“I’m gonna want more of that later,” I warned him.
“You got it,” he said.
And he kissed me.
I felt his hand working between us, then he flipped us again, so I was on top, but I felt the head of his cock was pressing inside.
He ran his fingers into my hair on either side of my head, gathering at the back, and he whispered, “Alex honey, you’re gonna have to take me.”
I understood him.
That long, wide shaft, I had to set the pace.
I held his gaze and inched down, feeling stretched…and wow.
So good.
“Yeah?” he grunted.
“Yes,” I whispered, inching down some more.
A muscle flexed in his jaw.
“Yes?” I asked.
“You’re tight,” he growled.
“You’re huge.”
“No, you’re tight.”
“You’re still huge.”
“Babe—”
I inched down quite a bit more.
His chin jerked up, and I got a full view of his roped neck and the line of his jaw.
Holy wow.
On one surge, I slid him all the way in.
Oh yes.
He righted his head, his gaze on fire, and my vulva caught the blaze.
“Yeah?” he groaned.
“Yes,” I confirmed urgently.
“Thank fuck,” he rumbled, whipped us back around, jacked up his thigh right when he did the same with my knee, and he thrust.
Powerfully.
Wow.
And again.
Oh God.
Again.
God.
Again.
I dug into his lats with my nails in order to hold on, because if he was going to fuck me into the wall, and there seemed real danger of that, I was taking him with me.
“Rix,” I breathed, my sex uncontrollably rippling around his thrusting cock.
“Fuck,” he bit, hooking the inside of his elbow behind my knee, jacking it up further, and driving deep.
Wow.
“Rix,” I panted.
“Baby,” he whispered, kissed me, and this being Rix, tasting him, taking the weight of him, having him fill me so completely, retreat and fill me again…
I was done.
I cupped the back of his head in both hands, and moaned down his throat as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
His tongue curled into it, his mouth sucked at it, then his face was in my neck, and his cock was driving deeper.