They had time. She’d agreed to stay with him, and he had to believe he could convince her not to sleep in her own bed. He wanted to get this first release out of the way so he could do exactly what he’d promised—worship her. Fuck her with his fingers and tongue and cock after he’d initiated her into some impact play.
He watched and bit back a groan as she suckled his cockhead, drawing him behind her lips. Pure fire licked along his skin as she began to work his cock. She teased him with light passes before opening her mouth wide and going deep.
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, the pleasure was so great. It kept building and building with every pass.
He couldn’t hold back a second longer. He had to touch her. His hands found her hair, sinking his fingers in and twisting lightly.
Her eyes had come up, staring at him as she continued to suck his cock. She was watching him, wanting to see how she affected him.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” He gave her all the praise she deserved. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I wanted anything the way I want you?”
She didn’t speak, couldn’t because she didn’t stop her work, but there was a light in her eyes that let him know he said what she needed to hear.
She worked him, one hand coming up to play with his balls. Fuck, that nearly undid him. He wanted the orgasm that was one or two passes away, but he also didn’t want her to stop. She was right. There was a connection between them like nothing he’d felt before. He could sense it in a way he never had. Now he realized that he’d always focused on the technical aspects of a scene and not this crazy, wild emotion that ran through him.
He let it sink in. He didn’t fight it. He felt for this woman. He had no idea how they would make it work. There were tons of obstacles facing them, but he didn’t want to think about those right now.
Then he couldn’t think of anything but the way pleasure exploded through his body. She drew him in deep, soft heat surrounding his cock, and she sucked hard, forcing him over the edge.
He pumped into her mouth, trying to draw out the moment, but he couldn’t last forever, and a sweet languor pulsed through him as she drank down the last of his orgasm. She licked his cock clean and then sat back, a satisfied smile on her face.
A woman who knew she was powerful in that moment.
He took a long breath and then tucked himself back in. He wasn’t finished with her, would get inside her again this evening.
But now it was her turn.
He felt a fierce smile cross his face. “Strip for me, and then we’ll begin.”
Chapter Ten
She could still taste him. She licked her lips and was surprised she didn’t feel the usual letdown that came over her when she realized she’d done something spontaneous. This was normally the time when her insecurities would wash over her, but they didn’t now.
Because it hadn’t been spontaneous at all. Because they’d been on a road since the moment they met, and they hadn’t truly played around. They’d talked about sex and what they wanted. He wasn’t some douchebag she’d met who wanted to fuck her simply to say he had. He wasn’t looking for fast sex.
He liked her. She liked him. They would be kind to each other.
He leaned over and took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up and brushing his lips over hers. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ve been dying for that for days and days. Now let me help you out of that corset because the other thing I’ve been dying to do is see you naked.”
“I can send you to several streaming services for that.” She wasn’t sure why that popped out of her mouth. She hadn’t been this jokey about her past in years. Her past seemed like a millstone around her neck, but she was starting to understand it was okay to find that part of herself again with him.
He moved his hand down, taking hers and letting her balance against him as she stood. When she was solidly on her feet, he brought her hand to his lips. “It’s not the same, and you know it. I don’t want to see some character. I want to see you. I want Vanessa Jones. Vanessa Hale is gorgeous and talented, but Vanessa Jones is the woman I want to know, and she’s definitely the woman I want to see naked.”
And that was why she didn’t need the worry and shame that always threatened. It didn’t have a place with this man because he was safe. He was honest with her so she could trust him, and that made it easy to indulge herself.