She hadn’t moved, although he could see that she was shaking slightly. She wanted to move, but she was trying to stay in place because he’d told her to.
Because she trusted him.
Fuck, that hit him hard. So hard, he rubbed the spot on his chest above his heart where, inside, there was a pang so strong, it was almost painful.
Almost.
Looking down at her from the side of the bed, he tossed all but one of the condom packets on the nightstand. With his other hand, he drew a line with the tip of his finger from the inside of her elbow down to her shoulder, to the tip of one breast and its puckered nipple, around the globe to its underside, then feathered lightly down her ribs to the dip at her waist, and finally to her rounded hip. He marveled at the fact that she was naked in front of him.
“Goddamn, you look even more beautiful than I imagined you would.”
Devouring her with his eyes, he slipped free of his leather vest, revealing a script tattoo over his right pectoral muscle. While toeing off his boots, he unbuckled his belt, loosening it just enough so that when he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, he could slide everything down his legs to the floor. He stepped out of the material and stripped off his socks, adding to the growing pile on the floor.
He knelt on the sheets next to her, then slowly positioned himself on top of her, wedging himself between her legs, one hand freeing itself to wrap around her thigh. He drew it tight around his hip but placed her foot flat to the mattress. “Keep your foot right here, okay?” Then he did the same with her other leg. “Same thing here. Good girl.”
Then he simply stopped. He lay cradled between her thighs.
Asking wasn’t his way, but for her, until they were where she needed to be, he would do his best. Especially this first time. “What are your colors, little spy?”
“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“And if you get jumbled up and can’t remember?”
“Stop.”
“That’s right,” he praised. “I will stop if you tell me to.”
Reaching up to where her hands gripped the spindles, he curled his fingers over hers. His mouth hovered above hers, a few locks of his hair hanging forward to brush her forehead. His hard cock pressed between them, throbbing at being so close to the warm heat it wanted to bury itself within.
Again, he waited. Held her gaze. Stayed still. When the wideness of her eyes settled, and her pupils expanded, he let go of her hands and dragged his down her arms until they covered her breasts.
She still shook with gentle tremors, but by the tiny rings of her irises and the wetness leaking from her core, he knew it was anticipation and desire, not fear.
“That’s it, Glennon. You’re with me. Remember, at any time, you tell me to stop, I stop. Even if I’m on the verge of coming. And you know you can trust me to keep you safe in all ways. That means everything, little spy. From condoms, to making sure you eat and sleep, to protecting you from anyone who wants to harm you.”
“I trust you.”
“Good.”
He knelt between her legs, proud of her when she didn’t move from where he’d planted them. Quickly, he ripped open the condom package, slipped it out, threw the empty packet back onto the nightstand, then smoothed the latex over his shaft.
From above, the shiny skin at the apex of her thighs told him she was already slick for him, but he wanted to be sure of that. He slid two fingers inside her channel and found her more than wet enough to take him.
Without waiting, he notched himself at her opening, gave her one last stare-down to make sure she was ready, then thrust inside her all the way until their skin met at his base.
Sliding in from tip to base was the most pleasurable moment of contact for him. No warning. Just one quick, hard thrust. This time, though, he tempered the thrust slightly. Explaining how her stitches ruptured wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with anyone, although at this stage, there was probably little fear of that.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his eyes drifting shut for a moment. At the sound of her moan, he opened them to find her back arched even further, eyes closed.
When her eyes opened, he didn’t hesitate to pull out and slide right back in. “I’ve got you, little spy. Your only job right now is to feel what I’m giving you and let me know if something isn’t right. Just those two things.”
It wasn’t the frantic pace he would normally set, but he didn’t go easy on her. His hips snapped forward rapidly, then he dragged himself almost completely out of her channel before plunging in hard again. His thumb found her clit, placing pressure while rapidly circling. She flexed her hips to meet his strokes and sought more friction from his touch.
Planting his hands on either side of her neck, he replaced his thumb with the grinding of the base of his cock against the nub, his hips always thrusting and his forehead touching hers.
“So fucking good. I can feel you clenching down on me. What do you want?”
A whimper.
