He caught her.Rising to his feet in one fluid motion, he gathered her against his chest, holding her up while she remembered how to breathe.
"Okay," she managed."Okay, that was—you're really good at that."
His laugh was a low rumble against her temple."I have imagined it many times."
"Have you?”She pulled back enough to look at him.His lips were wet.From her.The thought sent another pulse of heat through her."What else have you imagined?"
Something shifted in his eyes.Darker.Hungrier.
"Turn around."
The command sent a shiver straight down her spine, and she turned.
The mirror showed her everything.Herself, naked and flushed, dark hair wild around her face.Him behind her, still half-dressed, leather pants unlaced now, and?—
Yeah.Proportional.Oh God…definitelyproportional.
She watched in the mirror as he pressed against her back.Felt the heat of him, the hard length of his cock nudging against her ass.His hands came around to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she pushed back into him with a moan.
"I need you to be certain."His voice was strained, barely controlled."Once we do this?—"
"I've been certain since you knelt in my suite."Reaching back, she found his hip, dug her nails in."Stop being noble and fuck me."
He made a sound like something breaking.
One hand slid down her stomach while the other pressed between her shoulder blades, bending her forward until her palms hit the glass.She felt him position himself, blunt and hot against her entrance, and for a moment neither of them moved.
Then his fingers found her clit.
She jerked, a gasp escaping her as he circled her with those rough, callused fingers while the thick head of his cock pressed forward.Just the tip.Just enough to make her aware of how big he was… how much she'd have to stretch to take him.
"Breathe," he murmured against her shoulder.
She breathed.And he pushed deeper.
The stretch burned, right on the edge of too much, but his fingers never stopped.Circling, stroking… his clever touch sent sparks up her spine that blurred the line between discomfort and pleasure.She rocked against him, caught between pulling away and pushing back
"That's it."His voice was wrecked, barely more than a rasp."Take me.You can take me.You can take all of me.”
Another inch.Then another.His fingers pressed harder on her clit, rubbing in tight circles that made her clench around him.He groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder, and she felt the tremor run through his whole body.
"More," she heard herself say."I want—I need?—"
He gave her more.Slid deeper while his fingers worked her, and the dual sensation short-circuited her brain.She watched herself in the mirror, her mouth parted as his hand moved between her thighs while he filled her inch by impossible inch.
And then he was fully inside her.
She felt him everywhere.The stretch of him, the heat, the weight of his body curved over hers.His heartbeat pounded against her back, and his breath came ragged against her neck.
"Okay?"His voice was low, little more than a growl.
"Yes."She pushed back against him, testing, and they both groaned."God, yes.Move.Please move."
He did.
Slow at first, long strokes that dragged against something inside her that made her gasp.She put her palms flat on the mirror and braced herself, watching his face over her shoulder.His eyes were half-closed, jaw tight, like he was holding himself back with everything he had.
"Harder," she said.
