Page 42 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

He moved slowly at first, allowing me to feel every inch of his heavy body over mine. It was far better than any dream I’d ever had. Shockwaves of pleasure raced through me. I could barely breathe, but in a good way. This was real—he was real. We were no longer two friends exploring uncharted territory but two people discovering each other in a wholly new and intimate way.

His lips traced a hot path down my neck. My eyes fluttered closed as I gripped onto the back of his shirt. His mouth found the cluster of sensitive nerves just below my ear.

“Are you sure?” he whispered before his tongue slid lower. “If you want to stop, just say the word. Because if we keep going, I won’t be able to stop.”

He slid his hand down my belly and came to a stop at the waistband of my jeans. He flicked open the button and paused.

“Please.” It was the only word I could manage.

I trusted him completely.

Without another word, he undid my jeans and pushed them down. I kicked off my shoes and worked to get them off my ankles. He pushed up my sweater and left me lying on the floor in my bra and panties. He was looking at me with a raw hunger. For a moment, he just stared, drinking in the sight of me. I felt naked under his intense gaze, not because of my lack of clothing but because he seemed to be seeing the very essence of me. It was an intimacy I’d never experienced before.

“God, Merritt.” His eyes flickered up to meet mine. “You’re so beautiful.” The words were barely a whisper.

I felt a blush cover my body from toes to face. I was not used to compliments from him. Kannon had seen me in all sorts of states but never like this. He kissed my belly while his hand slid along the inside of my thigh. He trailed the back of his knuckles across my panties. Suddenly, he jerked them to the side and exposed me. A second later, he was pushing a finger inside me. I let out a moan of approval.

“Kannon,” I gasped, a rush of pleasure washing over me as he expertly moved his finger. He looked into my eyes, the untamed passion in his gaze was almost more than I could handle. It fueled my own desire.

His other hand slid under me and quickly found the catch on my bra. When it sprang free, he let out a triumphant little sound that made me giggle even as my body writhed under him. He pulled the bra away and his gaze followed the curve of my breasts.

“Lift your hips,” he commanded softly. Obliging him, I did as he asked and he quickly slid off my panties. His breath hitched as he took in the full sight of me. I lay there bare for him with a coiling desire twisting pleasantly in my stomach.

“Beautiful,” he murmured again, his fingers tracing the contours of my body as if he was memorizing them.

I shivered, not from cold but from the raw intensity in his eyes. I suddenly felt exposed. Sitting up, I reached for the hem of his shirt and pushed it up.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. His muscular chest was on full display. I let my fingers trace down the path of hair that led from his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans.

“I want to see you too,” I murmured. My hands were shaky, but I managed to undo the buckle and zipper.

With a swift move, he kicked off his jeans and underwear, revealing his body in all its glory. My breath caught in my throat as I took in every inch of him. He was beautiful, strong and masculine. Every muscle was defined. His body was as breathtaking to look at as was his face. I had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but this was different. He was a whole fucking man.

I ran my fingers over his chest, then down to his abs, marveling at the feel of him under my fingertips. A low, husky sound escaped him. I tentatively reached out to touch him. He was already hard for me. The realization sent another rush of pleasure through me. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me while pushing me back to the floor.

His fingers moved between my legs. He pushed one finger inside me and then two. He knew just what I needed. His other hand found my bare breast, massaging it gently before taking the nipple into his mouth. I gasped, arching into him instinctively.

“Kannon,” I whimpered, desperate for more.

He continued to tease me expertly, his tongue swirling around the tip of my nipple even as he took me to new heights with his fingers. Suddenly, it happened. The world exploded in a rush of pleasure so intense it left me gasping for air.

“Fuck,” I cried out feeling him hit my sweet spot with his thumb over and over again as he pinched my nipple between his teeth. It was too much but not enough. We were both breathing hard now and it was becoming clear that we were way past the point of no return.

He pulled away and reached for his jeans. I lay gasping and twitching on the floor with the aftermath of my orgasm. I watched as he grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on eagerly.

Once again, he was over me. He kept his weight on his elbows as he looked down at me once again. I could see his chest heaving up and down. “Are you sure?” he asked, giving me one last chance.

I nodded, unable to find my voice, my body vibrating with anticipation. With a deep breath, he pushed into me slowly. I winced as he stretched me. He paused, letting me adjust to him.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, laced with concern. Sweat was already making his forehead glisten. I could see the sheen of perspiration covering his chest like he was oiled up for a magazine photo shoot.

“Yes,” I breathed out, nodding once again. He continued to push deeper, inch by agonizing inch. It turned out he had a lot to give. Soon he was buried all the way in me.

There was a brief moment of stillness as we both adjusted, our bodies becoming one. His eyes were locked on mine as he gently started to move. He began slowly, easing out before pushing back into me again. Each thrust was slow and measured. Our bodies found a rhythm together. His movements were precise and controlled, building me back up effortlessly. My eyes closed as waves of pleasure flooded through me.

“Look at me,” he commanded gruffly, his voice just a whisper against my ear.

I groaned and opened my eyes, locking onto his as his body moved with mine. The sight of his pleasure mirrored in his gaze only amplified mine. This was better than any dream. Better than any of the many, many fantasies I had about him over the years.