I needed him inside me.
I was the one to claim his mouth now, the one to delve my tongue between his lips and take control. But that only lasted a second before he groaned and took the reins once more, showing me who was the true master here.
And I was more than okay with that.
“You have me,” he murmured against my mouth, and I didn’t know what that meant… how deeply those words went. He licked my bottom lip and then gently bit it. For long minutes, all we did was kiss. All Wilder did was fuck my mouth with his lips and tongue, showing me what he’d be doing with his cock to my pussy tonight. It was a prelude for what was to come.
I spread my legs a bit more, felt his length slide between my pussy lips, and then he started moving. Back and forth, sliding that girth through my soaked folds, the slickness of my arousal obscene as it coated his dick and made his movements slippery.
“Goddamn, Zoey,” he groaned against my mouth then went back to kissing me like a mad man, his hips seeming like they had a mind of their own as he thrust against me, fucked me without penetrating me.
Kissing Wilder, his big, muscled, and tattooed body covering mine in this blanket of flesh and power, and feeling his dick rubbing up and down my cleft, had me on the verge of coming. With each bump of his cockhead against my clit, I soared a little higher, broke open a little more. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my neck, licking, sucking, and gently biting, his hot pants and deep groans telling me he enjoyed this just as much as I did.
And still, his hips pistoned against me.
And that was when I came for him.
I felt that tightening of my body, that tingle move up my spine and outward to my fingertips and toes. I was this cacophony of colors and sounds, lights and flashes… pleasure and pain. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out and brushing against Wilder’s chest, the pleasure consuming me. And still, he thrust against me; still, he suckled at my throat.
I was going numb from how intense it was, and I knew it was only the beginning. I knew Wilder would give me so much more. It was when the orgasm faded and reality came rushing back that I opened my eyes, realizing I was clutching him brutally. He stopped moving against me, and the gentleness I saw on his face, the look of pleasured wonder that he’d been the one to make me come, was written on his face.
He looked mesmerized.
I felt his chest brushing against mine rapidly, harshly as he breathed roughly.
“God, Zoey,” he growled, resting his forehead against mine, groaning softly. “The look of you getting off, the fact that I’m the one who gave you that ecstasy, makes me feel so… possessive. I lifted my hands and smoothed my fingers over his bulging muscles. The sheer power I felt under my fingers astounded me.
“We’re just getting started,” he grunted out, and before I knew what was happening, he flipped me onto my belly and smoothed his big, calloused hands along the length of my back and over my ass. He gripped my waist and hauled me up, so I was now on my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder at him, feeling dizzy, knowing I’d pass out from the sensations moving through me if he wasn’t still holding onto me. He moved one hand up and down the center of my back again as if he couldn’t stop touching me then trialed a finger along the dip of my spine, causing my flesh to pucker in response and desire.
“You sure about this?” The way he said those words made me feel like he forced them out, like he didn’t want to ask me but wanted to be sure.
I nodded. “Yes.” I couldn’t drag my gaze off him. He closed his eyes for a second, the muscles in his body standing in stark relief under the shadows and dim light in the room.
“Fuck, I should be gentle,” he muttered to himself.
“I want you.” I knew I wouldn’t have to elaborate what that meant. I didn’t need gentle or sweet. I didn’t ask for that. I just wanted Wilder to give me everything he was, so I didn’t have to think about anything else but this moment.
When he was positioned behind me the way the wanted, when he had me exactly where he wanted me, the heat that came from his body could have scorched my skin, could have set me on fire. It was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but even more so when I watched him lift his arm, his hand open, and then he brought his palm right down across my ass.