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That she wasn’t in the habit of hopping into bed with men she barely knew was hard to remember.
“Okay,” he said, sensing her lingering indecision. “I won’t ask you that yet. Just open and unzip my jeans. Just take me into your hand.”
“Will you take me?” she asked.
He smiled so wickedly she blushed. That made her feel silly. She wasn’t a mouse. She could ask for what she wanted in plain English.
“I mean will you take my pussy into your hand? Will you get me off too?”
He ducked his head to kiss her, deep and wet and dizzying. When he finally released her, she knew her eyes were starry.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice a fusion of sex and smoke. “If you let me, I’ll get you off each and every way you desire.”
This was quite a promise. Rather than express doubt, Rebecca reached for the metal button of his blue jeans. He lifted his hips for the unzipping, his hot dark gaze holding hers. His bulge pushed out as the tab lowered.
“You’re big,” she breathed.
He flashed his dimples at her again.
“Oh fine,” she said, eyes rolling at his smirk. “It’s not the size that matters. It’s what you do with it.”
He started to laugh, but her hand was just then sliding into his cotton briefs.
He sighed long and low with pleasure, lashes sinking as her fingers roved over him.
“Oh boy,” she said, loving all that velvety rigid heat. “Oh boy, you are a handful.”
She pulled her hold up his shaft, and he writhed like the sort of dancer who gets paid in dollar bills. She guessed he was sensitive. She thought she was being careful not to grip too tightly.
“Fuck,” he said with his teeth gritted. “God.”
Remembering what he’d promised, he worked his own hand into the front of her panties, two long fingers pushing her lips open. The heel of his palm settled on her clit, giving it a firm grind that spilled more cream from her. He curled his fingers to their second knuckle into her wet entrance. Once there, he didn’t rub or thrust. Instead, he used his fingers to exert pressure on the wall where her ache of wanting was most tender.
Rebecca’s moan betrayed how much she liked that.
The longing sound brought his eyes open, their lustrous surface catching stray gleams of light. “I have a condom,” he said huskily. “I really want to be inside you, if you think you’d enjoy that.”
She knew she shouldn’t let this go any farther, but she couldn’t say no to him. He got to her in places she hadn’t known she had: emotional places, places she wanted to throw open for the first time. Never mind she’d probably smack herself tomorrow. Today she wanted to know what being taken by him was like. Resistance dissolving, she smiled before she answered.
“Okay,” she said, giving his hard-on a friendly squeeze. “Why don’t you show me what this bad boy can do?”
She spoke as humorously as she could, knowing better than to be too serious with a guy—no matter how sweet he was acting.
“I’m not asking if you’re sure,” he warned, reaching hastily into his back pocket. He pulled the condom from his wallet, using his teeth to rip the corner off. She didn’t bother asking how old it was. Given his looks and charm, the answer had to be not very.
“Do you want me to help?” she asked.
He smiled and shook his head. “Already got it on.”
He kneeled back to show her. Though his cock was worth ogling, something else caught her eye. The Celtic knot on his neck wasn’t his only ink. A tattoo stretched up the side of his ripped stomach: a Chinese dragon, it looked like. She guessed the thing was old news to him. Before she could reach to touch it, he pushed her legs up his front. He removed her boring comfortable shoes and dragged off her trousers. This was a skilled bit of undressing. Rebecca tried not to worry if her most recent shave had been recent enough. To judge by the way he rolled forward and rubbed her thigh, having access to her booty was what he cared about.
She still wore her satiny panties, but they weren’t much of a barrier.
“Sorry it’s cold,” he whispered, meaning the kitchen tile.
She ran her hands up his clipped chest hair and struggled not to purr. He was manscaped just the right amount for her. “Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl needs to.”
“You could be on top.”
This time she shook her head. Her refusal seemed to please him. Maybe he preferred the superior position? Smiling, he curved one hand under her bottom and lowered his hips to her.
The thickness of his erection settled over her labia.
“Say when,” he said, “and I’ll be inside you in two seconds.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant until his pelvis began rocking. He was warming her up again, sliding his length up and down the silky gusset of her panties. The friction felt really good, and even better when he compressed her nipple between his thumb and finger. He pulled the bead out, and a zing shot straight to her pussy.
“God,” she gasped, hips jerking with pleasure.
“‘When’ is the word,” he reminded her.
Jeez, he was cute. She stretched up to kiss him, hands starfished on his back, tongue saying thank you and please do me. He jerked with surprise before kissing her back just as hungrily. The way he gulped for air when she let him go was a treat of the first order.
“When,” she teased, her voice rough with arousal.
Excitement flashed across his features. His hand shifted between them, thumbing aside her panties and fitting his cock in place. Though his tip was broad, she was very wet. He rocked it inward to test her, and she grew steamier.
The sound she made was probably a whimper.
“Yes,” she said to the brief question in his expression.
He closed his eyes and pushed with his ass muscles.
She saw everything on his face as his cock slid in: pleasure, wonder, a flicker of being overwhelmed when being wrapped in warmth felt a bit too nice. Then she couldn’t keep her eyelids up. The sensation of being filled had to be savored.
He didn’t rush his penetration, at least not until the end. Then he groaned and shoved harder, taking the last inch of her.
Rebecca thrust upward to grind them both closer.
He let out a growling noise, like this was the far side of too much. Even then, he didn’t start thrusting.
“Please,” she begged, short nails curling into his shoulders. “Don’t make me wait for more.”
His laugh was at least half moan. He did something with one knee that lifted her butt off the hard cool tile. “Hold on tight,” he said. “God, I want this so bad.”
She didn’t know why he did, just that she was grateful. He drew back, and then—thank the Lord—he went at her fast: quick strong pumps that tugged her inside and out. She’d never gotten so much clit stimulation from plain old intercourse. Maybe this was due to his thickness, or he just had a good technique. Whatever the reason, her excitement climbed faster than she expected. He hadn’t been driving at her even two minutes before she hovered on orgasm.
Her neck arched off the floor with its imminence.
“Shit,” he said, reading the tremors inside of her. The fingers that gripped her bottom dug in harder. “Breathe for me . . . just . . . hold on a little longer and I’ll catch up.”
He went faster, using longer strokes that somehow didn’t push her past the brink. They did plenty for him. His breath huffed out, the center of his thick shaft swelling.
The pressure the extra girth created was inspiring.
“Rebecca,” he gasped. “Don’t tense your thighs like that.”
She hadn’t known she was doing it. Probably her body didn’t want to wait for its . He massaged her butt, no doubt coaxing her to relax. The caress felt really good to her. She couldn’t help wriggling around him, couldn’t keep from thrusting harder into his next down stroke.
He grunted and slung a second bent knee under her. Rebecca’s eyes flew open as her world shifted. Though she was lying down, Trey had sat up to thrust. His hands held her hips like steel, controlling her movements. Ironically—given her control freak streak—him restraining her pushed really good buttons. Her body seemed to think it could react more freely if he was driving it. She tried to distract herself by focusing on him. His bare chest looked like a god’s, muscles rippling under the sheer dark fur. He was close to the peak as well, his beautifully interesting face tightening with pleasure. With a groan of need, he shifted directions the tiniest bit.
The new angle he pumped into her was even better than before.
“Take it,” he panted. “Take what you need from me.”
He stretched his thumbs to her labia, rubbing into the nerves beneath while at the same time pushing the folds closer to his striving cock. His veins had a texture, popped up as they were with blood. Wonderful sensations throbbed crazily through her groin.
