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I slam my eyelids close, wishing I hadn’t said anything. Maybe if I wait long enough, he’ll forget what he asked. But I’m not that lucky because when I open my eyes, Blake stares at me with such intensity that it compels the confession.
I sigh. “Juliette and her posse talked loudly in the café before you showed. They said you never do missionary style. Referred to me being too large to be on top.”
If I thought he had looked angry before, that would have been nothing compared to his current expression. His voice is a growl. “That’s total bullshit.” He squats and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he hoists me up and takes off toward my bedroom. “You are nothing less than beautiful. You get me?”
When I say nothing, he walks me to the bed, and his palm meets my ass before plopping me on the mattress.
I yelp, but he’s on top of me, straddling my thighs before I get my bearings. He leans down, his face a mere inch away from mine.
“The reason I like you on top is so I can watch my dick enter that sweet pussy. It’ll be a fucking turn-on seeing my cock fill you to the hilt. The reason I didn’t do missionary style with any of those women was because that position is more intimate. It’s something I want to preserve for whoever I settle with.” His voice gets deeper, gravelly. “Trust me, Princess. I’ve already envisioned doing every position possible with you, including missionary.”
At my slight gasp, he brings his mouth to my ear. “I can’t wait to see your flushed face while I bring you to the brink of ecstasy. Don’t think for one second I can’t handle your body. I’m a big boy. Your weight is nothing to me.” His thumb brushes against my cheekbone, sending a jolt of warmth straight to my core. “You’re exactly what I need.”
My heart pounds as I have never felt so seen, so desired, in my life. He was right—I was exactly what he needed. I longed to repeat the words to reassure him I knew I was enough, but the self-doubt lingered, a persistent gnat that refused to be swatted away.
Without warning, Blake pulls away, his eyes never leaving mine as he swiftly removes his pants. His erection, proud and ready, stands at attention. I school my grin. He wasn’t kidding. The damn thing is big.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice thick with need.
I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. This wasn’t just about my weight or my insecurities. This was about trust, believing that Blake truly saw and wanted me for all I was.
“Then come here,” he murmurs, extending his hand. I take it, and he helps me sit up. He positions himself between my legs. “You’re beautiful, Amanda. And you’re going to show me exactly how beautiful you are.”
The corners of my mouth lift despite my reservations. I want this. I want him. I want to show him how much I trust him.
With that thought in mind, I lean forward into his warmth, my eyes locked on his. His fingers brush against my jaw, tipping my chin up. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling and the way his touch makes everything else fade away—the self-doubt, the insecurities.
As Blake’s lips met mine, soft and sweet, I could taste the last sip of beer lingering on his tongue. The world spins as he pulls me closer.
He tugs at my shirt. “This needs to come off.”
I grab the hem and pull off the shirt, revealing a lacy black bra. Blake lets out an appreciative growl as he works to remove my bra. His eyes darken as my breasts spill out.
“Goddamn, I love these.” His lips trail down to my nipples, which harden beneath his touch. I moan softly, arching my back into him. He peppers kisses down my stomach, his stubble ticklish against my skin until he hits my jeans’ button. Those thick fingers work to unbuckle my pants and help slide them off.
Blake gazes at my naked body, and the hunger in his eyes hardens my nipples further. I grip his hair tightly when he looks up at me, and our eyes lock in a heated gaze.
He sprawls on the bed, lies on his back, and growls, “Sit on my face.”
Jesus.
I obey his command and straddle him. His warm breath against my inner thighs counters the scruffiness of his facial hair. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying. I’m nervous but also turned on. He’s so confident. I’ve never been with someone like that. The thought of him wanting me, all of me, is intoxicating.
He parts my legs and slides his tongue across my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I let out a moan, arching my back as his lips engulfed me. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Because I’m really enjoying this.
“Blake,” falls from my mouth as I slowly surrender myself to him. His answering growl and relentless effort keep fueling me on.
The rhythm builds, and I’m so lost in the sensation that I forget all my insecurities. It’s just Blake and me, connected in a way I never knew possible. His tongue dances, his lips suck, and I’m on the edge, ready to fall apart.
When I think I can’t take anymore, he stops and pulls away. “I need inside you, now.”
The words send a surge of heat through me. I need him inside me, too. I want to feel every inch of him.
“I want you to ride me, Princess.”
I scoot down his beautiful body, all hard lines and planes, and straddle his hips. He rolls on a condom, and the hunger in his eyes is my undoing.
