Shuffling my feet apart, I wait for the fear or panic to hit, but all I feel is need.
“Fuck,” he whispers, sliding his finger up the inside of my thigh. “You’re already dripping for me, and I haven’t touched you yet.”
Not stopping, his fingers travel up until they find my entrance. “So wet,” he breathes as he pushes two fingers into my body, parting my folds before his tongue finds my clit.
Pleasure bursts to life inside of me at the first swipe of his tongue, and as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, my knees go weak, and a long, desperate moan slips from my lips.
His tongue is hot and laser-focused on the tiny bundle of nerves that seems to be connected to my sense of equilibrium, because the faster his licks become, the more boneless I feel.
It feels like he’s perfectly in tune with my body, because just as my legs give way, he lifts me off the floor and positions me on my back on the bed. Spreading my legs wide, he feasts on my sex like it’s his favorite meal, until our room is filled with the sounds of my desperate whines and moans, intermingled with the wet-sounding proof of my arousal.
“Do you need to come?” he asks, his fingers stilling as he slips his fingers from my pussy and uses my own arousal to lubricate my ass.
“Warrick,” I pant.
“Oh, you need to come so badly, don’t you? Don’t worry, amore mio, I’ll take care of you. I’m going to make you come so hard you scream.”
Slowly inching a finger into my ass, he pushes two into my pussy, then lowers his head to my clit again, and I see stars. This time his fingers move in unison, slipping almost all the way out of my body, only to fill me again all over again. Stroking the sensitive nerve endings in my pussy and ass both at the same time, his talented tongue licks and flicks, while his lips suck, swallowing my desire as the room fills with the sounds of my need.
Higher and higher, he pushes my body until every one of my muscles are wound so tightly that it hurts. Then it doesn’t. The pressure inside of me snaps, and I come so hard my sight goes black and my ears ring, as a strangled scream bursts from my lips and my body contorts, tightening, then releasing as I orgasm and orgasm and orgasm.
Ripping his fingers from inside me, Warrick strips his clothes and slams into my body so hard that he pushes me up the mattress. My eyesight returns in a rush as his hand curls around the back of my neck, holding me in place while his other hand lifts my thigh, spreading my legs wider and giving him more room to move.
There’s no pain this time as he thrusts into me, filling then withdrawing, the head of his dick dragging over the sensitive nerves inside of me over and over again. Needing to be closer to him, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down until my nipples are scraping over his chest, and I can taste the air that pools between us.
“I love you,” he rumbles, his thick, hard dick slamming into me as he claims my lips and kisses me like he just can’t not.
The words form on my lips, but I don’t say them. Instead, I cling to him, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his back, needing to be as close as possible to the man who has changed everything.
This time there’s no doubts lingering about my motivation for having sex with him. This isn’t about him taking my virginity. It’s not about this house or the things he wants to give me. This is about me and him and want and need. I wanthim. I needhim. Not just anyone, buthim. I wanthimabove me, his body pushing into mine, his dick and fingers and tongue wringing so much pleasure from me that I know that if this is the way I die, I’ll leave this world the happiest I’ve ever been.
Focusing on how I feel, I close my eyes and enjoy the way my sensitive nipples are scraping against his broad chest. I concentrate on the nagging surge of bliss that bursts to life inside of me the moment he rocks into me. I focus on the way his palm on my neck heats my skin, holding me in place while he takes what he wants and gives me what I need.
I focus on him and the taste of his lips as he kisses me, and I scream my release onto his mouth. The orgasm seems to last forever, or maybe the first rolls straight into the second, but I don’t care. Let this last forever. Let this be the way I spend my life. Beneath this man, full of his cock.
His thrusts slow, then speed up as he holds me in place and fucks me. When he rips our lips apart, our gazes lock, then his drops, fixed on the place where our bodies are connected. Unable to resist, I look down too and see his dick sliding in and out of my body, my arousal slick across his skin.
When he comes, it’s with a groan of desperate release.
Pumping his hips, he slams into me twice more, then slows, his rhythm becoming a rocking grind until his eyes lift and lock on mine again.
Instead of cleaning up, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I’m wrapped in his arms. His softening dick is still half inside of me, the mixture of our releases slowly seeping out onto my thigh and the sheet below us. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. Cupping my cheek, he rubs his thumb over my skin, his expression reverent, like he’s struggling to process that this is real.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers. “I didn’t know it was possible, but I love you so goddamn much, Verity.”
I want to say it back. The words form, then die on my lips, but even though I can’t say it, I feel it. With this man. With this stranger who took one look at me and decided we were meant to be. I feel it all, and it’s terrifying, and yet the more time we spend together, the less I doubt it.
The next two days pass in a blur. We only get out of bed to eat and shower before we inevitably get dirty all over again. The rest of the time we spend naked. I don’t understand how I went twenty years without ever being interested in sex, because now, I feel insatiable.
When Warrick pushed inside of me for the first time, I thought the pain was unbearable and would last forever. He’d laughed when I’d said I never want to do it again. He told me I’d beg, and god, he was right.
“Warrick,” I whine.
“Amore mio, I don’t like it either, but I have to be at work in an hour.”
“Can’t you stay home?” I giggle.
Smiling softly, he cups my cheek and rolls me beneath him, caging me in with his huge body. “Are you going to miss me?”
