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Her back arched up off the mattress, and he sucked her deep until she was crying out his name.
Then he kissed his way down her stomach. And he did exactly as he promised. He pressed his lips to her inner thigh, beat a path to where she was slick with her need for him.
But that was when he lost his restraint. He reached around and took a handful of her rear, lifting her up off the bed and bringing her to his mouth as he began to feast upon her as if she was all that he had been denied. As if she was everything that he could ever want.
He lapped at her, concentrating on that sensitized bundle of nerves there, finding it unerringly. She gripped his hair, forked her fingers through it. Held him there. He moved his head, penetrating her with his tongue before sliding back up to where she was greedy for him. Could she even tell where she was greedy for him? She was greedy all over. She was desperate for him. For all that they could find together.
She was an expert at trying to find pure joy in moments. And this moment was perfect. She didn’t want to see the end of it. She didn’t want to see anything but this room. But them. His glorious, bronze skin, the play of his muscles. The intensity of his need for her as he pleasured her.
Desire tightened low in her stomach. Twisting, deeper, deeper. He licked her, then penetrated her with two fingers, and she cursed, shouting out his name and an obscenity all at once.
He growled again.
And again. He worked his fingers in and out of her body, his tongue relentless, and finally she shattered. Need pouring over her like a relentless storm. Then he moved away from her, his eyes never leaving her body as he moved his hands to the closure of his pants and solemnly divested himself of them. Leaving his body exposed to her.
He was thick and proud and she was shocked by how utterly glorious she found him.
There was a woman that she had coached once, trying to help her with some situations at work. She had told her that penises were fine, but she wouldn’t be hanging up any art of them in her home.
She thought that she might actually want art of Riyaz in all his glory. Yes, she thought she might want that quite a lot.
She rose up on her knees and pressed her palms to his chest, watched as they slid down over his muscles, rippled over the glorious definition there. “You’re beautiful,” she said. “How dare they? How dare they hide you away.”
He grabbed her wrist, lifted her palm to his mouth and kissed it. Then her wrist, the inside of her elbow, and she shivered. “Riyaz,” she whispered.
“Brianna. I do like saying your name.”
“I love to hear you say it.”
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his arousal, as if she had all the confidence of a woman who had done this before, when she very much did not.
But he felt good in her hand, and his expression was like ecstasy when he let his head fall back as she stroked him.
And then, it was like something jolted in him, a bolt of electricity, and he opened his eyes, watching her as she stroked him.
“I don’t want to miss it,” he said. “Because you look so beautiful like that.”
And she had the thought that she knew how she might look even more beautiful to him. And again, she led with intuition rather than experience. She flicked her tongue over the head of his arousal, and then took part of him in. His growl was a whole force, as he canted his hips forward and drove himself deeper.
She took him in as deep as she could, but he was so large. She used her hand to help as she bobbed her head up and down, glorying in the taste of him. In the way she made him shake.
He was a man who had survived the unimaginable. And she made him tremble.
There was something glorious in that.
Who needed normal when she had this? Who needed normal, when there was all this power?
She pleasured him like that until she could feel the edges of his control begin to fray. “Enough,” he said. “Not like this. I need to be inside of you. I need you.”
He kissed her mouth, positioning his body over her as he laid her back on the bed, pressing himself between her legs and guiding himself inside of her.
She cried out as he filled her slowly, taking care with her innocence as he did.
He froze, the tendons in his neck standing out. His teeth clenched.
And she looked at him, this man who was trying so hard to exhibit restraint. This man who was hers and hers alone.
And the joy of that nearly burst inside her like fireworks.
