“There’s definitely something to be said about hard and fast, but not this first time, Deanna.”
“Why not?”
“Because I could hurt you. I’m not a small man, kitten.”
“Bragging? Really?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Just how big? Like, scary big?” Did I really just ask that? Deanna clenched her eyes shut. Maybe he didn’t hear the question.
Jonas’s lips against her forehead forced her to open her eyes. He was looking down at her with such tenderness that her anxiety seemed to melt away. “I’m not freakishly large, if that’s what you mean. But I happen to know how tight you are. My fingers were inside you. Trust me, we need to go slow.”
“I want to see you, Jonas. Take your clothes off. Please?”
“Your wish ...” he murmured as he moved off her and stood beside the bed. First, he yanked his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Next, he started on the fly of his jeans. Before she even had a chance to enjoy the show, Jonas was naked. Curious and turned on, Deanna devoured the sight of Jonas’s muscular chest sprinkled with dark curly hair. The six-pack abs had her practically drooling too. The tantalizing trail of hair that led to his crotch caught her eye, and there is where she lingered. His cock jutted out from his body, full and pulsing with vitality. It was long and thick, and she was desperate to wrap her lips around the bulbous head already dripping with precum. No, Jonas was most definitely not your average Joe, she thought with equal amounts of anticipation and nervousness.
“You’re staring, but I can’t tell if it’s in a good way or not.”
“Every part of you is magnificent,” she said, unable to pull her eyes away from the heavy weight of his erection. “Yes, I think maybe you’re right. Slow might be a good idea.”
He grinned and let his gaze travel over her torso. “You’re a vision in my bed, you know. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to see you like this.”
Deanna reached out a hand. “I’m lonely.”
Jonas entwined their fingers and crawled across the bed. “You’re overdressed, kitten.”
“Do something about it, then.” She admired the man’s efficiency because within seconds she was lying against the cool blanket as naked as he was. When he looked her over and let loose a low growl, she knew the time for words was over. Jonas brushed his lips to the pulse in her neck and Deanna moaned.
“Jonas.” She dug her fingers into his mass of dark hair to hold him firm while he suckled her skin. She ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. So much lower.
As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Jonas inched downward, touching off several little sparks of desire as he went. When his tongue flicked over one erect nipple, Deanna nearly shot off the bed. She forgot her misgivings. Her body craved Jonas’s touch. It’d been so long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man, because the only one she’d wanted, the only one who could possibly fill her, was the one lying on top of her.
As if afraid to bruise her, Jonas carefully ran his tongue back and forth over her areola, then sucked her nipple into his warm mouth. She felt the vibration of his hum of satisfaction and the raspy feel of his five-o’clock shadow. The sensations tormented her oversensitive skin and fueled the blaze raging inside her. His hands on either side of her body effectively pinned her to the bed. Deanna reveled in the intoxicating feel of Jonas surrounding her with his lethal strength.
While he switched to the other breast, Deanna marveled at his patience. He appeared to have nothing but time to play and tease. Like he was a king settling in for a great feast with the way he laved at her skin and toyed with all her erogenous zones.
Deanna urged him lower with a tug on his hair, and her excitement soared when he obliged, moving his loving torture south. Her body reacted with a flow of moisture to her center. Every inch of her was ready for him to take her.
“Please, Jonas.”
A grunt was her only indication that he’d even heard her plea. He sat back on his haunches and stared down at her naked body. “This body deserves to be worshipped. For hours. Days, even.”
She could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she attempted to answer. “Uh, thanks?”
“All night you sat at that booth, and all I could think of was fucking you.” He passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn, Deanna.”
“Such a poet, Jonas.”
He reached down and cupped her mound. “Such a little smart-ass.”
She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control over her own body.
“Mmm, just look at you. Your slippery little cunt is so ripe. I think I’m going to really enjoy making you scream with pleasure.”
When a second finger joined the first, her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm. After thrusting several times, Jonas brought both fingers all the way out. She wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died on her tongue as she watched him suck her juices off.
“Tangy,” he whispered. “Rich and warm and so addicting.”