“I’m hard,” he said in a low, guttural sound. “And wet. For you.”
He was beautiful. All flushed, aroused male on his knees on the bed, his shoulders high, his glistening penis at its fullest length.
Melting inside, Paige rose to her knees with him. For a blind second, she didn’t know what to do. Then tentatively she fingered the plum-shaped tip of his shaft. It bobbed at her touch and jerked higher against his flat stomach.
He let go a groan, grimacing with pleasure. “Pet me.”
Sucking in an excited gust of air, she curled her hand around the thick width and slid her fist down the pulsing flesh. Setting her lips on his straining throat, she flattened her tongue against his collarbone, tasted the thin film of dampness coating his taut, square shoulder. “You’re beautiful, Zach.”
She thought he purred, like a lion being “petted.”
She had never held something like him in her hand. So . . . vigorous. Her wandering thumb encountered a silky wetness at the tip of his staff as she circled her tongue around a small, delicious brown nipple.
His hips began an agitated swivel, the moves sliding his cock inside her grasp, and almost collapsing from arousal, Paige moved her hips suggestively, too, responding to him by instinct, murmuring, “Please.”
In a startlingly quick move, he flattened her on the bed. His weight bore down on hers as he smoothed his tongue into her ear, feverishly licking, going out of control, his voice demanding and utterly sexy.
“Want this.” He fondled her weeping sex with his fingers, both teasing and tantalizing her with quick little plunges of the middle one. “Want this like I do.”
A splayed hand skimmed down her side to slide into the small of her back and crush one buttock in his grip, hauling her up against him.
His large, demanding penis ground into the apex of her thighs, and she sobbed with need. He was so hot everywhere, his hands burning, his mouth rough and delicious on her face.
Cupping both her ass cheeks now, he began a soothing massage that ground her against his pulsing length, electrifying her senses. “I could do this all night,” he ground out.
“Oh, please don’t!” Gasping, she clasped his hair and feverishly ran her tongue up his neck.
He chuckled— deeply, excitingly.
His hands continued to mold her, goading her with the biting press of his hardness, and when he lifted his head to stare into her eyes, he looked very hot and very bothered. She’d never imagined she could incite a man to such bleak hunger.
“Tell me what you want from me, Paige.” As he spoke, his hips gave a tantalizing nudge to hers. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Her answer lodged up in her throat as she opened her legs wider and twined them around his body, a move that locked him between her thighs.
Panting, she clung to his neck and said, “I want you.”
“All of me?” He purposely rolled his hips against hers, prodding her sopping, oversensitized sex with what he could give her. “All of me? Say you want all of me.”
He was enormous.
“Yes,” she gasped, “yes. All of you.”
For three wild, debilitating seconds, he held her hips in his hands and only rubbed against her, his cock glossing across her tender slick folds, and they moaned in unison.
“This, too?” he asked gruffly, darkly. “You want this part of me, too?” He bent and bit the shell of her ear. “I want inside you.”
“Yes. Now. Please!”
He lunged in the direction of the condom basket, tore at the first foil packet he found, and before Paige could even determine which kind of rubber he’d slipped on, he returned.
His sinewy, sweat-coated body blocked out all sights, his haggard breaths all sounds. Reaching down, he snared her ankles and hooked her legs around him, settling between them. “Don’t,” he said, “for the love of God close your eyes.”
She kept them open, helplessly clinging to his famished green gaze. He thrust once.
“Paige.”
Relief ripped through her, and with it came the staggering pressure of having his hot, wide length buried inside her. She purred from beyond her throat, fighting against the urge to toss her head, swim in the sensation.