His fingers move to the edge of the sheet, pulling at it slowly, slipping the fabric from my grip as any defense I may have fails to materialize. My already hard nipples tingle as the bedding rasps over them, exposing my flesh to his gaze, and I swear I see him shudder.
My cheeks are on fire as his eyes stall on my breasts. I’m as scared as I’ve ever been, but for some reason, I also want him to pull the sheet away, to expose me and watch while I touch myself again, knowing it pleases him.
I try to steady my breathing as he pulls the sheet from the rest of my body, leaving me sitting in his bed naked. He looks me over like a predator before his eyes rest on the darkened wet spot in the center of the bed.
“I need to see you do that again.” His voice darkens as he bites into his bottom lip, and his face looks pained. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
I shiver. No one has ever called me beautiful before, let alone while I sit naked in a bed I have no business being in.
As I lick my lips, I start to shift back down onto the pillows, my eyes pinned to his, watching me with such intensity I feel like I’m vibrating.
“What were you thinking of when you said my name?” He asks, and I swallow hard as I try to decide what to do.
I want to tell him the truth. I was thinking of him the entire time I touched myself. Imagining his mouth kissing and licking between my legs.
Then, when I was close to the edge, I thought of his naked body blanketing mine. The brush of the tip of his cock at my entrance, teasing me before he plunged inside and took my virginity bare, without anything between us. His deep voice grunting in my ear, telling me how good it felt. How he couldn’t stop. How he was going to cum inside—
“You need to answer me.”
I jump at the sound of Marshall’s voice, hard and needy as he interrupts the replay of my fantasy.
“I was thinking…” It’s hard to form words. I feel so awkward sitting here naked, but seeing him here next to me has me more excited than I can believe. “About you,” I finish, unable to bear the embarrassment of giving him the details.
His breathing is heavy as he strips off his suit jacket and tosses it on the post at the end of the bed. He’s pure man. Every movement is tinged with confidence, self-assuredness, like he knows I won’t deny him, as though I’m already his.
He rolls up his shirt sleeves and I see the dark hair covering his arms, along with the tattoo that starts on the top of his hand and extends up his wrist. I wonder if the same dark hair covers his chest. If there are more tattoos, and what they might mean.
How much hair is around his cock…
“That’s it? You were just thinking about me? What was I doing in these thoughts?” He pauses, looking at me with those piercing gray eyes that feel like the sweetest daggers in my heart.
“You were—” The words catch in my throat as I look at his forearms, the muscle under the skin shifting as his massive hands come to rest on my cheeks, guiding me down lower on the pillows. “Touching me. Kissing me,” I whisper, and I hear a rumble come from his chest.
“Where was I touching you and kissing you?” His fingers leave my cheeks, skimming down my neck to barely brush over my rock-hard nipples before he stands straight again, surveying me as I lie before him. “Show me.”
I feel a loss as he withdraws his touch, wondering if I will ever feel it again.
To my shock, I bring my hand down to brush over my bare sex, licking my lips as I watch his eyes follow my movements, my fingers pressing into my still soaking slit, running up and down to feel the wetness coat them.
“You were kissing me here,” I whisper, and he makes a pained grunting sound. I’m still not sure if he’s just toying with me or he’s as turned on as I am, but my stomach clenches as I run a fingertip over my clit. From the electricity I feel sizzling between us, I’m hoping this is mutual, but I’m frightened I could be wrong.
“I’d like that. Has anyone ever kissed you there before?” His words are hard, full of what sounds like anger and lust, and the darkness I feel coming from him has my pussy pulsing.
I shake my head, barely able to draw a breath. There’s so much tension in the air, I’m half thinking I’m going to have a heart attack.