“If at any time you want me to stop, or you change your mind, or?—”
“I won’t.” I tighten my hold on his hand. Is he the one having second thoughts?
“It’s an everlasting offer, angel. I want to establish this for us right now. You say stop, and I stop. You need a break, and we take a break. You drive me wild. You turn me on more than anyone ever has. I’m feral for you, but I need you to know you’re always in control.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, unexpected emotion crescendoing inside me. This man’s deep concern for my well-being never ceases to amaze me. “The same goes for you.”
Consent goes both ways. He can tell me no whenever, wherever.
“Will this be enough?” He taps my panty-covered clit and drags one finger over the thin fabric, creating more friction against my core.
No, I want to scream.
Except that would be a lie. While I want more—I want it all where he’s concerned—my body is a live wire. I’m certain he can get me off without even dipping into my panties.
“I’ll take whatever you give me, Alaric. Please,” I beg, the neediness in my veins sending tingly tension through every limb.
He strokes my clit over the fabric again, then circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, finding a rhythm. Heat and friction come together, fueling my pleasure, pushing me toward inevitable combustion. Little spasms fire off in warning.
He slows his pace, and my frantic breathing subsides.
Alarm bells sound in my head. Why did he stop? Doesn’t he know?—
“You deserve the deepest, most satisfying release,” he says into my ear. “I won’t edge you without your consent, but I want to make this first time last.”
With a shuddering breath, I nod my agreement. I don’t want this to be over anytime soon. Luckily, he had the foresight to draw it out, because with the way I’m feeling right now, I wouldn’t be able to resist chasing the orgasm just out of my reach.
“Use me, angel.” He splays his fingers wide, gripping my center, causing my pussy to flood with desire.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
With my hand over top of his, I guide him a little lower. Once he’s brushing against my entrance, I twist my hips to grant him better access.
With two of his fingers positioned at my opening, I thrust up, and when they breach my hole, I moan.
He’s inside me.
It’s just the tips of his fingers, and there’s still a barrier between us, but I swear I could come just knowing he’s there.
I thrust up again.
Whimpering, I lower my ass to the bed. He takes over, setting a demanding rhythm, shallowly finger-fucking into me as far as the fabric between us will allow.
As warmth pools in my core, I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the moment.
“Harder, please,” I choke out. I’m wound tight already. Hell, I was close before we even started. Forget gentle strokes and light caresses—I need him to take control.
In response, he braces me against his frame and plunges his fingers into me as deep as my panties allow. The friction is exquisite. His consistency is perfect. My underwear must be completely ruined by now, but in this moment, I can’t find it in me to care.
“Fuck, the way you grip me even through the fabric is driving me wild,” he murmurs, his lips warm on my neck. “I can’t wait to be inside you for the first time. I’m going to fill you completely, and you’re going to take every inch for me, won’t you?”
I nod frantically as he presses his length into my ass.
“Say it, angel. Tell me how much you want me.”
“You’re all I want,” I confess between breaths. “Every inch of you. Inside me. Filling me up. I want you to fuck me and fill me and use me until I can’t take any more.”
With a groan against my ear, he nips at the delicate skin of my neck, and when he extends his thumb and presses it into my clit, I hit my peak, a cry rushing out of me.
