His arms are braced around my head as he looks into my eyes, searching for answers I don’t know the questions to. A small smile graces his face as I feel his fingers twirl in my hair.
“So damn soft,” his murmured words are full of awe.
Sliding off my body, I watch as he strips his clothes off. His body buff, tan, full of muscle and intricate tattoos dedicated to his years served. I study each one with a critical eye, too afraid to look below his waist. Do I tell him I’ve never done this before? Will he think less of me if he knows?
For some reason I doubt it. My blurted words, “I’m a virgin,” have him stopping the downward progress of removing his pants and a huge grin takes over his face.
“I’m pigheaded enough to admit I fucking love that,” his growled words are followed by his pants landing with a thud at his feet.
My eyes dart down… slamming shut in shock, before popping back open to stare.
It’s like a jack hammer.
I’m no shrinking violet, I’ve watched my fair share of porn and none of those dudes are sporting a dick nearly as large as Killian’s.
“Mercy me,” I fan my face with my hand as it heats with a combination of embarrassment and arousal.
He leans forward, sliding his big hands up my bare legs, the callouses on his palms a stark contrast to my smooth flesh. Pushing my knees apart I’m mesmerized as he makes room for himself there. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, like he can smell my arousal and I feel even more embarrassment, my thighs try to close and relieve the pressure of arousal pounding at my core.
His skillful hands push my sweater up past my belly, over my covered breasts and past my head to toss it on the floor beside us. I’m drawn to the intensity and heat reflected back at me from his eyes as his hands freely roam my body and there’s nothing more I want in this moment that to give him everything he needs.
“Please Killian,” I beg when his hands reach the apex of my thighs, bracketing my sex with his hands, his laser focus staring as if he doesn’t know what to do with me.
I find I like that maybe he doesn’t know. That maybe he’s just as overwhelmed as I am.
He hooks his fingers in the waist of my shorts and panties, and in one strong pull has my legs straight up and resting against his shoulder as my clothes fly behind him, hitting the wall with a plop.
Without warning my legs are thrown over both of his shoulders and his face is buried in my pussy. His lips kissing along the outer lips as he works to taste all of me at once. My back bows off the bed when he reaches my clit. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt consumes me and I cry out.
The grip he has on my thighs tightens as he sucks and licks his way around my center. He takes everything he can before his tongue starts playing at my tight hole. Pushing and licking, slurping up my juices as he makes me come apart for him.
“Gimme more,” he snarls against my sensitive skin.
I do.
Lord have mercy, do I ever.
I can feel it building and unfurling like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Every cell in my body explodes on his tongue as he works it into a frenzy.
My hands shoot to his head, gripping his short hair in an iron tight grip as I finally come apart and the orgasm washes through me. My limbs fight to go limp even as they tense. Stars flash behind my closed eye lids, and my mind bursts in a display of colorful fireworks as sparks of pleasure continue to shoot through my sweating and shaking body.
“That was fucking beautiful,” he grunts against my lower lips. I hadn’t even realized he’d moved from his position. “Ready for more?” He looks and sounds feral as a wild animal.
“Yesss.” I moan as he kisses his way up my body. When I feel him pushing at my entrance I panic and ask, “Condom?” feeling like a twit.
“Baby,” he leans down to kiss me softly, “I get tested regularly and haven’t been with anyone in so long I could be a virgin. And we both know you are one. I want to feel your silky depths.” His eyes close, and he takes a deep breath as if he’s pained, “No, I need to feel you. I need to feel your walls pulse with your desire for me. To feel you when you come apart in my arms. To have you soaking up every ounce of me tha
t no one could mistake you as belonging to anyone but me again.”
“Wow,” I breath on a sigh. He’s sure good with words. Our gazes clash as I bite my lip, wondering, worrying. It’s not that I don’t trust him, I do with my entire soul, completely unexplainable but no less true. My worry is that, “I’m not on the pill,” I make my second confession.
His smile grows wide again, “I ain’t getting any younger.”
“Okay,” I murmur.
His hands grip both of mine sweetly, bracketing my head with his arms again as he slowly slides inside of me. He has to stop and thrust a few times to open my tight channel so he doesn’t rip me wide open. All the while he does this, our eyes are connected, our hearts beating in sync with each other.
“You ready?” He whispers, leaning down again to place his cheek against mine.