“Okay.”
“Fuck.” His groan gets low. Breathy. “But I need to be inside you. Come here.” He guides me to the bed. Lays me on my back.
He places his body between my legs. Then it’s his hand on my inner thigh. The brush of his palm.
One finger teasing me.
Two.
Three.
“Fuck.” I reach for something. Get the smooth sheets.
He watches my expression as he pushes two fingers inside me. It’s hard and fast. It’s too much. It hurts. But I want more.
“Please,” I groan.
He holds his position for a moment, then he pushes deeper. Pulls back. Drives his fingers into me again.
My eyes close.
He does it again. Again. Again.
God, that feels so good. So close to what I need. But not close enough. I need him inside me. His cock inside me.
Our bodies pressed together. All the weight of him sinking into me.
“Please,” I say it again. “Do you want me to beg? I will. Please, Ian. Please, fuck me.”
He drives his fingers into me again.
“Fuck.”
Then again.
I reach for him.
He grabs my wrist. Pulls it over my head.
I keep it there as he drives his fingers into me again.
Two.
Then three.
I close my eyes. Soak in the feeling of his rough touch.
One more push of his fingers. Then he pulls his hand away.
He shifts off the bed. Stands as he does away with his boxers.
Then it’s just him. Naked. Nothing in the way.
He climbs onto the bed. Between my legs. Up my body.
His lips find mine.
He kisses me hard as he guides my legs around his waist.
Then his hand is around my wrist. He pulls my hand over my head. Then the other. Then it’s the soft pressure of his palm against my wrists.
He’s in control.
I’m his plaything.
Fuck.
He kisses me hard and deep. Then he pulls back. Enough to look me in the eyes. To study my expression. “Breathe.”
It’s a good reminder. I’m not sure I am breathing. I’m too lost in sensation. The weight of his body. The warmth of his skin. The pressure of his palm.
His cock against my sex.
A hint of a touch. I barely feel it. But, fuck, what I feel.
“Breathe,” he says it again.
Inhale. Exhale.
His cock brushes my sex again. The same hint of a touch. Enough my entire body aches. Enough, I scream with emptiness. With that impossible need to be full.
Inhale. Exhale.
He presses his palm into my wrist. Digs his fingers into the flesh of my ass.
He holds me in place as he pushes into me.
Pressure. More than I can take.
My eyes close. My teeth sink into my lip. My nails dig into my palm.
“Breathe, vixen.” His voice is steady. Reassuring.
It shouldn’t be so hard to remember.
I take another deep breath. Let out another steady exhale.
His eyes fix on mine for a moment. Then his lids flutter closed. His lips find mine.
He kisses me as he shifts into me. Slow and patient.
Stretching me.
Pushing farther and farther. Until it’s all I can take.
I pull back with a gasp.
He holds his position. Brings his lips to my neck. Releases his grip on my wrist.
My hands go to his skin immediately. His shoulders. His back.
I pull him closer. All that weight of his body against mine. Pressing me into the bed. Keeping me safe. It’s overwhelming, how safe that feels.
Another deep breath.
And he pushes farther.
Stretching me farther.
Then he pulls back and drives into me with another slow, steady thrust.
Pain fades to pressure. So much it overwhelms me. It’s all I feel. This unbearable pressure.
Then a bearable one.
A pressure that feels good.
Right.
Like the weight of his body over mine. The feel of his lips against mine. The sensation of his fingers digging into my skin.
I don’t have a better word than good. But good isn’t enough.
Great, amazing, fantastic.
Really fucking fantastic.
Really fucking right.
His lips brush my neck. My chin. My cheek.
He kisses me as he pulls back and drives into me again.
It’s a slow, steady motion, but it’s still overwhelming.
I turn my head. Let a groan fall from my lips.
He shifts enough to look at me. He studies me as he pulls back and thrusts into me again.
Fuck.
My eyes close. My nails dig into his skin.
“Breathe, vixen.” His voice is patient. And needy. How can he be both at once?
It’s so much, too much, but I’m still desperate for more. This sense of fullness.
Not just physically.
Emotionally too.
Our bodies are joined.
He’s inside of me.
“Breathe,” he says it again.
I suck an inhale through my teeth. Push an exhale through my nose.
He watches me as he pulls back and drives into me again.
Again.
He cups my cheek with his palm. A different way of telling me he’s in control. He looks down at me, asking if I’m ready.
I nod.
For a moment, he stares into my eyes. Takes in everything in my expression. Then his eyes flutter closed.
His lips find mine.
He kisses me as he drives into me.