Maybe I could talk him in to letting me…
“Can’t wait to be buried inside you,” he said.
Well, that worked too.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, my words husky.
His hand wrapped around my ankle. I expected him to spread my legs and climb between them, but he didn’t. He dipped at the waist and lowered his lips to the inside of my anklebone and pressed a kiss to it.
“I told you that you were meant to be worshipped; that’s what I’m waiting for. Now let me get to it.”
The remnants of the walls I’d built between us crumbled. With only his words and a single touch of his lips, he decimated me.
Lord’s lips trailed up the inside of my legs, trading between one and then the other. He growled things like “softest skin,” “so goddamn smooth,” and “perfection,” and I just laid there and soaked it in.
He finally hit my center and once again, my expectations built. But I was wrong again. He dipped his tongue between my lips and pressed a kiss to my clit before moving north again. Another kiss to my belly button, my ribs, the skin beneath my breasts. I was so caught up in what his mouth was doing I forgot the man’s clever, clever fingers.
They toyed with my entrance, one sliding in, filling me. My body—thrilled for the invasion—clamped down on him.
“Fuck, you burn me alive. Every goddamn time.” He pumped his finger, and a moan spilled from my lips.
“Please. Let’s get to the burning.”
Lord’s dark chuckle pushed my need to the next level.
“I want to savor you this time.”
He slipped a second finger inside, and I curled my nails into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, and the orgasm gathering low in my belly reached the tipping point. “Omigod. I’m going to—”
Pleasure buzzed through me, rippling out through every limb. Lord’s fingers left me; his mouth closed over my left nipple, sucking hard and tugging at it with his teeth before coasting over to the right for the same attention. I was still recovering from the shock-n-orgasm when he ran his teeth up the tendons of my neck, puckering my nipples for a whole different reason. When he spoke, he made sure the words were breathed directly into my ear.
“I want my cock inside you.”
“No objections here,” I moaned.
Lord nipped my ear. “You take it, you tell me you’re taking all of me. No more walls between us.”
Smart man; negotiate while I was not only floating on an orgasm, but desperate for what he had to offer. Except he didn’t realize he’d already crushed the last of my reservations.
My surrender was immediate and genuine.
“Okay.” I nodded.
“I want the words, sweet thing. All the words.”
“I’m taking all of you.” Lord was strong, but not overpowering. He’d lead, but not force. He was the kind of man I hadn’t even known existed, and one I couldn’t imagine not having.
“Good girl.”
And he was just dominating enough to keep me sassy. I nipped his earlobe. “I’m no girl—I’m all woman.”
“Don’t I know it.” He rolled to his back and pulled me over top of him so I was straddling his lap—and his huge erection. He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed a strip of condoms from the top and tore one off. Ripping it open with his teeth, he shifted me down so he could make quick work of sliding it on. Once he’d finished, he settled me back into place. How could he make such a mundane chore look so sexy? I was so caught up in the watching that his words jerked me back to reality—the best kind of reality.
“You’re gonna ride me. You decide how much, how fast, and how hard, until I decide how we finish.”
Every word made me more determined to take this man on a ride he’d never forget.
“Then let’s do this.”
I slid back and forth on his cock, my own wetness soaking him, before gripping the shaft and fitting the head against my entrance.
“Surprised a guy like you wants to be taken instead of doing the taking,” I said.
“Sweet thing, you took me from day one. Why should this be any different?” he replied.
Warmth flooded me, and I’d never been so full of feelings during sex. It would’ve been unnerving if I weren’t so hung up on the man beneath me. Everything moved quickly from that moment on. I lifted and sank down, taking him, inch by inch, into my body. I gave myself only seconds to adjust before Lord’s big hands landed on my hips. His eyes closed for a beat, and then riveted on me as he helped guide my movements as I rode him. In and out, he filled me. I laced my fingers with his, and kept going, working his cock until I knew he’d reach the point where he’d flip me and take me. I loved being on top, having the control, and somehow Lord knew I needed that from him. I needed to not feel conquered every time we had sex. I didn’t know how he knew that … but he did. Now that I’d ridden him like a cowgirl, wild and proud, I was ready to be taken. I slowed my movements, and he picked up the change in my mood instantly.
“My turn,” he said. Hands once again gripping my hips, he rolled, bracing himself on one arm so I didn’t take all his weight. “You ready for more?”
“Yes.”
“Everything I can give you?”
“Yes!” I cried. “Hurry.”
“Guess I better not keep the lady waiting.”
And he shifted, slipping one hand beneath my ass and canting it upward for the perfect angle to meet his thrust. And then holy hell.