The fire in his eyes suddenly burns brighter. The muscles in his jaw bulge, and his fingers twist the sheet. Is he losing control? I gaze up at him in anticipation, tinged with just a tiny bit of apprehension.
He pushes a finger into my slick depths. I gasp at the slight invasion, then squirm as he slowly moves in and out.
“You’re too tight.”
“Don’t tell me you’re too big to fit,” I say.
He laughs. “Baby, no dick’s too big to fit if the man knows what he’s doing. It’s a matter of making sure you’re ready and can enjoy it too.” He pushes another finger inside, then kisses the soft mounds of my breasts. The lazy thrusts feel so good—but so insufficient, much to my frustration. At the same time, the possessive way he latches on to a nipple and sucks arches my back, making me wish I could drive him as wild as he does me.
He lavishes attention on my other breast, then leaves a trail of burning kisses on my belly and below. He spreads my thighs with his shoulders and runs his tongue along my wet and overheated flesh. The strokes are searing; I twist and sob and beg. But he’s relentless as he adds a third finger to my pussy anddevours me at the same time. He finds the spot inside me from before and strokes it with his fingers while licking my clit like it’s a tiny lollipop.
Lust overheats me, until even the soles of my feet seem to burn. “Please, please,” I pant, although I’m not sure exactly what I’m begging for. I just know Ares is the only one who can give it to me.
He continues to torment me with his mouth and fingers. I’m out of control. My pelvis moves to the rhythm he sets, and I’m desperate to relieve the unbearable tension tightening in my core. I grip his hair and grind against his face, need overcoming any inhibition or shame.
Ares growls in approval, and the vibration tips the scale. An orgasm rips through me, tearing a scream from my throat. Air shudders out of me as I pant on the bed, eyes closed, savoring the aftereffects of the blissful storm.
“That was beautiful,” he murmurs.
“That wasgreat,” I say, then grin. “But you’re in too many clothes.”
He cocks an eyebrow.
“I want to see you.”
Heat flares in his gaze as he pushes himself off the bed and shrugs out of the jacket. A whisper of silk and it slinks unceremoniously on the floor. He unbuttons the vest, and it joins the jacket. The platinum and onyx cuff links drop with a carelessly elegant flick of his wrist before he turns his attention to the dress shirt.
With every button undone, more of his physique shows—the thick slabs of muscles on his chest, the ridged abs and the lean hips. He lets the shirt slither down, toes off his gleaming shoes and strips out of his slacks, socks and underwear, kicking them away like they’re rags.
His cock juts out, the round, plumlike head dripping. It’s much longer—and thicker—than I remember from Vegas. For a second, I wonder if my teasing remark about it not fitting might be somewhat prophetic.
But then he’s on me, kissing me like I’m the only drop of water in a desert. My nipples brush against his chest, the motion teasing my already hyperaware senses. I rake his back with my nails, my patience running low. The man knows how to drive me wild.
His cock presses against the slick flesh between my legs. It pulses like it has its own heart, and I rub against it, enjoying its erratic twitches and searing throbbing.
“Vixen,” he says.
“What you gonna do about it?” I grin. “I can still walk.”
He reaches for a condom in the nightstand, rips open the foil with his teeth and rolls the rubber down the length of his shaft. I reach out to trace the veins, but he pulls back. “Not now.”
I mock-pout, but he merely laughs and kisses me again, spreading my legs with his knees. A frisson of electric excitement shoots through me. Along with it comes an unshakable belief that he’ll make it good for me. He’s been generous, taking his time to prepare me, make me relaxed and feel amazing. I can’t imagine this part being any different.
He pushes in. His hips move gently as he shallowly thrusts, slowly going deeper. I cry out as my inner muscles stretch to the max, and then a sliver of unfamiliar pain cuts through the haze of pleasure like a shiv.
Hot tears slide from the corners of my eyes to my temples. I try to wipe them away, suddenly embarrassed at crying when sex was somethingIdemanded. Didn’t I want to decide when, how and with whom I was going to lose my virginity? I’ve gotten what I wanted. Although the pain is sharp and shocking at first, it isn’t exactly unbearable.
He stops. “You okay?” he asks, his forehead touching mine.
I swallow, then nod. “I think so. Yes.”
“You sure?”
He’s fully inside me now, his breathing labored. From the beads of sweat popping on his hairline to the tendons standing out in his neck, it’s obvious he’s barely holding on to control. But if I say no, he’s going to stop, hold me in his arms and soothe me. I know it as clearly as my own name.
I lay a hand on his trembling cheek and run my thumb over his lips. “Kiss me so it won’t hurt.”
A hint of relief flashes across his face, quickly followed by a tenderness that melts my heart. He cradles my face with reverence, as though he’s holding the greatest treasure in his life, and fuses our mouths with a blissful sweetness that makes my heart skip a beat. He starts to move again with painstaking care, and I shove my fingers into his hair and continue to be lost in the kiss. He changes the angle of his pelvis with each thrust, some better than others… Until my vision whitens and I gasp against his lips with shocked pleasure.
