“Come here.” He lured me closer, returning to his feet and maneuvering me out of my panties and onto the edge of thetable in a matter of seconds. The lace material dangled from his fingertips before he tossed it over his shoulder. “I can’t wait to watch you come.”
I’d never admitted this out loud, but I’d never had an orgasm. At least not one from someone else. And trust me I had tried. Usually, after sex, I ended up finishing on my own, so the doubt of him being able to get me off lingered heavy in my head. But I wasn’t going to stop him from trying, that was for damn sure.
I unclipped my bra, exposing the rest of my body. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His eyes danced to mine. “Impatient, are we? I was trying to take it slow, revel in every moment of this so I can replay it in my head whenever I want,” he said, his warm fingertips leaving a trail of flames all over my body. “A body like yours deserves to be worshipped and a woman like you deserves to be respected.”
“Does it look like I want to be respected right now?” I asked. “If I remember correctly, you said you were going to give me the ride of my life, and right now the only thing I’m riding is the high from the thought of you fucking me.”
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“I hope so.”
In a blur of movement, he’d closed what little space was left between us. With his palms, he gently spread my knees, allowing space for him to fit. Our mouths collided again, this time with more intent and less caution.
One of his hands dropped to his boxers and I met it with mine before pushing it out of the way, our mouths still connected. I forced the little material left between us down, firmly taking him into my hand. A groan rolled out from the back of his throat, sending a flurry of excitement shooting through me.
Nothing would ever compare to how I felt in this moment.
I scooted closer, leaving less than a single thrust between us. I was indebted to whoever built this table, because Stetson’sheight lined up perfectly with it. He broke our lips apart, dropping his tongue to my neck, the tiny hairs of his mustache felt like a million little sparks.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, speaking the words directly into my skin.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” I begged.
“Show me.” His voice was low as he demanded me to oblige.
I desperately grabbed his hand and ran it from my chest down the center of my body until he finally landed on the spot that was craving him the most. Without hesitation, I pushed his fingers in, the rush of pleasure knocking the wind right out of me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Scarlett.” The low grumble of his voice was laced with a world of want, and the way he said my name was almost possessive, making it nearly impossible not to come completely undone and melt right into his arms.
“I need more. I need you,” I breathed. “All of you.”
In an instant, his hand was gone and replaced by the part of him I’d desired most. His eyes met mine in what I could only assume was an attempt to prepare me for what was coming next. With one thrust, he pushed inside me, taking my breath hostage.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head reacting with an uncontrollable dart backward. “You feel so good.”
I hugged him, pressing his head farther into my chest. I needed him to be as close to me as physically possible, and even then, it still wasn’t close enough.
His rhythm never broke stride and he somehow managed to get deeper with every plunge, even as his tongue skated around my nipple. Pleasure erupted in multiple areas, sending shock waves through my body and vibrations down my spine.
“You taste even better when I’m inside of you,” he panted. “I swear, nothing has ever felt anything like this.”
I gripped the edge of the wooden table. “Stetson.” His name pulsed through my mouth and lingered around on my lips. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, especially if you keep sayin’ my name like that,” he answered, his breaths coming quicker than before.
I was close, and I could tell in the way his subtle moans were getting stronger that he was right there with me.
I’d never felt this amount of pleasure, and I’d never craved someone else this badly. Even if I didn’t orgasm, this was the best sex I’d ever had.
My eyes slammed shut, our heavy breaths syncing together with the movement of our bodies.
And just when I thought he might finish, he slowed, nearly pulling himself completely out of me and with it came a moan so desperate I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t.
