Damn it, but I feel the need to give her something. “I like the idea.”
She comes up onto her knees, her beautiful breasts swinging as she moves. I grab my cock with my hand and stroke myself. Once. Twice. Three times, before rolling the condom over me.
“The idea of us . . . fucking?” she asks.
I grin, liking that word coming from her innocent mouth.
“Oh my God. You should do that more often,” she gasps.
I kneel on the bed before her, without thinking. What I should do is climb back off and tell her to bend over the bed. So I can sink into her from behind. Less intimate, more pleasurable that way. “Do what?” I ask, absentmindedly.
“Smile.”
My grin fades.
So does hers. “Okay, no smiling. Do you still like the idea of fucking?” Her tone is full of hesitation.
Oh, what the hell. Right now, I want to get things rolling, get this deal locked and loaded before I completely ruin it. In the long run, the truth’s not going to matter in the least. “Yeah, but that’s not what I meant.” I reach my hand out, touch her shoulder, and give her a gentle push, using enough force to send her tumbling back onto the mattress. I climb over her, wedging myself between her, using my thighs to part her own. “I like the idea of being your first,” I admit.
She blinks, then flashes me a smile so freaking bright, it’s like she’s nailed me in the stomach, winding me. “I imagined you being my first.”
Bam. Another blow.
“Imagined?”
“Okay, fantasized about. Vividly.” I search her face for answers. A pointless act, I discover, as she continues, “Since you kissed me on my birthday.”
Damn it. Figures a goddamn kiss, rare in itself, would come back to haunt me with a vengeance. Disengage. Don’t let her admission get you going. Stay the fuck in control.
“I tried to forget you, to date other men . . .”
She gasps as I take my throbbing erection in my hand and begin stroking myself over the condom. Fighting for control. Fighting a losing battle. Because damn me to hell, I don’t want her thinking about any man but me.
Not now.
Not ever, the confused asshole inside my head whispers.
“It’s always been you.”
It’s my turn to blink. She’s like freshly fallen snow. I want to be a part of it. Let it rub off on me. Let it leave its moist mark on me.
I’m reminded of the girl I’d first met in the trailer, offering me cupcakes and a kiss. She’s grown even more beautiful. Her cheeks fuller, her pale skin a healthy tan. But her lips are the same. Full and pink. And . . . mine.
I bend over, avoiding her lips to place mine against her ear. “Promise me something,” I growl. Damn it. What I should be doing is working my cock into her, taking what I want.
Her head turns but I pin my chin against her ear so she can’t fully look at me. “Okay.”
“Don’t say okay until you hear what it is.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
I grimace, suddenly changing my mind. I hesitate, trying to quickly think of something else to make her promise. But in the end, I give into being a woos-ant and say it anyway. “No matter what, don’t fucking change.”
She considers this. “So . . . are you saying no?”
“No?”
“Don’t change. Keep my V card unstamped.” I pull away to find her scowling at me. Then something crosses her face, something I can’t guess at.
Her fingers wrap around my erection and I jerk my hips back in surprise
“Madelyn,” I ground out in warning.
“Because that’s not what I want. What I want is for you to make me come.”
Damn me to hell and back.
Taking a firm grip on my rock-hard erection, I part her folds with the tip of my cock, pushing inside and parting her tight walls. I grit my teeth, fighting my baser instincts to plow into her and fill her in a way she’s never felt before.
“Oh . . .” she murmurs.
I hold still and circle my thumb over her clit. Arousing her. Giving her time to adjust to the idea of me.
I glide in further. My balls tighten. Damn, she’s tiny. I slowly, gently inch forward, watching the wonder on her face. Then she stiffens.
It takes all of my willpower to withdraw.
“It’s okay,” she offers. “It’ll be fine.”
I lift her and toss her up against the pillows, then pull her thighs apart. “It’s going to be better than fine,” I tell her, before pushing my tongue deep inside her.
Her hips arch off the mattress.
But I’m too far gone to care. I want her wet. I want her wild. I want her taking me entirely, and begging me for more.
I spiral the tip of my tongue across her aroused nub, then push a digit into her tightness. In and out, around and around. Crooking my finger just so and finding that sweet spot. I’m rewarded with a flood of moisture, her hands clenching the bedsheet, and her moan. Needing another taste, I switch out my finger for my tongue. My girl loves to be eaten out.
I hear someone groan, low and deep, all animal.
Shit. Fucking shit.
Her back arches, her thighs tremble, and I withdraw.
I. Can’t. Wait.
I climb over her and lay the bulbous tip of my erection against her folds. “Relax,” I say. Jesus, next I’ll be picking her roses.
“Relax. Right.”
“Better yet, talk dirty to me.” Make me forget how goddamned innocent you are.
“I don’t know how.”
“Start with fucking. You wanna be fucked, Madelyn?”
“Yes.” Her voice shakes with excitement.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” I inch myself inside of her. Better. She’s soaking wet for me now.
“With your finger. Your tongue.”
“Just my finger and tongue?”
“Your . . . penis.”
My lips twitch. “Cock. Say it. My cock.”
“Your cock, Declan. Please.”
“You imagined this? Dreamed about it?” I nudge into her a few more inches.
“Yes. Though you’re much more intense in person,” she whispers. I feel her quiver against me, before she continues, “I like how you spread me open, and are ready to fill me up. It feels . . . right.”
Right. Jesus. I drag myself back, not sure what the fuck to make of the word.
“My God. I can feel that huge tip of yours sliding against me. Please, do it again.”
Motherfucker—I asked for this. I inch forward, then drag my cock backward. Then I almost completely lose it. I jerk my hips, surprising her as I burying myself a third of the way inside her sweetness.
“Holy shit,” she cries out.
“That’s it,” I say. “Dirtier.” I need her filthy words. Need to get things back in familiar territory, where I know what to do. Because in this instant, I’m pretty goddamn clueless. Digging deep, I act on pure instinct. Counting the seconds until she’s ready for more. Waiting for her subtle signal. Damn, she’s snug, her channel gripping me like a vise. I’m going to burst my seed if she doesn’t give me the green light. I bite her earlobe, making sure she’s on the same page.
“Are you okay?” she mumbles. “You stopped.”
“Waiting on you.”