“I need you inside me,” I said, lifting my hips in an open and obvious invitation.
“You’re the girl who wants what she wants when she wants it, aren’t you?” Michael took his jeans down and reached for a condom.
I’d thought I’d outgrown a lot of that trait, but right now I couldn’t argue it because it was true. “And here I thought you’d want the same thing.”
That should get a reaction and it did. He practically growled.
“Oh, I do. Trust me, I do.” He took my left leg and hauled it onto his hip.
For a brief second I thought he was going to tease me further, when without warning, he entered my body on a hot, swift thrust.
“Yes, that’s brilliant,” I said, closing my eyes briefly, arms drifting up over my head. “You have an amazing cock.”
He did. I hadn’t got much of a look at it but what I was feeling was everything I could ask for and then some. Thick, pressing deep inside me.
Michael was moving with a slow, steady rhythm, and watching me, which at first was unnerving. He didn’t close his eyes or look at some spot behind me on the wall. He made full, intense eye contact.
It caused a myriad of emotions to crash over me. Arousal. Anxiety. The desire to give him a show. I licked my bottom lip slowly, then sank my teeth into it. His nostrils flared. I let my fingertips drift over and tease at my nipples.
He swore under his breath.
I raised my hips higher to feel every single inch of him.
The minutes drew out and I lost any sense of time, just concentrating on holding myself back, staving off my orgasm. My eyes closed, because if I looked at him, I would fall off the edge.
He knew it. “Open your eyes,” he demanded gruffly. “Look at me when you come. You’re going to come, Felicia, aren’t you?”
I nodded, throat tight. My inner muscles were clenched down hard on him as I tried to regain control.
His hand went under my ass and he lifted me off the bed, taking himself as deep inside me as possible.
Then he didn’t speak, just took me and watched while he did it.
My orgasm wasn’t like the first. This was sharp, a teeth-grinding, heart-racing split second of ecstasy before it was over.
He immediately came, and it was obvious he’d been holding off on his own satisfaction to let me orgasm. Ever the gentleman. The thought made me smile.
Michael sighed and eased himself down onto the bed beside me. “Why does your smile look so devious right now?”
I turned onto my side. “You give me far too much credit. I was just thinking that it would appear you had waited for me to orgasm before you.”
His eyebrows rose. “I did. Ladies first. Is that amusing to you?”
“It’s just that you truly are a gentleman, and yes, for whatever reason I find that amusing. And very, very sexy.”
“I find you very sexy.”
He gave me a kiss, then went to remove the condom. He got out of bed and walked to his en suite, clearly comfortable in his own skin, as well he should be. The man was in great shape. I admired him naked as I fluffed a pillow behind me. The question was, what now? He retreated into the bathroom briefly, then returned, a robe in his hand.
“For you,” he said, draping it across the foot of the bed. “I refuse to let you get fully dressed again while we eat sushi.”
My cheeks felt warm. Goose bumps rose on my skin. “And why is that?”
“Because I don’t want you to leave after we eat. I want to convince you for a round two and if I have you in just a robe, I’m stacking the odds in my favor.”
That amused me. “A man who plans ahead.” I appreciated that he was straightforward. Now I knew how this evening was going to continue and end and that was reassuring. We’d eat, drink a little wine, tumble into bed a second time, then I would take an easy leave, with nothing awkward.
“I barely got to taste you,” he said, running his gaze over the length of my body as he reached into his wardrobe and pulled out a loose pair of joggers. “I’m definitely planning ahead.”