As he draped himself over me, I reached up to move some of his hair that’d fallen over his forehead away, staring at his now bright blue eyes. “You’re beautiful, Parker.”
I swear to God, the man blushed at the compliment. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I loved that he checked, even though it was costing him so much to not just do it. “I want you.”
Those three words conveyed everything that I wasn’t quite ready to lay out for him. I wasn’t ready to tell him about my feelings or how desperately I’d wanted this moment with him. At some point, I hoped I’d get the chance to do it, but for now, they had to be enough.
Looking between us, he lifted the heavy length of his erection in his hand and swept the head between my folds. The anticipation was killing me, and it just got worse when he kept notching the tip at my entrance and then swiped it upward again.
This time when he did it, I braced my feet on the bed and lifted my hips toward him, purposefully pushing him an inch deeper inside me.
“Holy shit,” I croaked, shocked at how good just the head felt.
Even through the condom, I could feel everything. Every ridge, every vein, everything.
Slowly, he pulled back, his eyes never leaving my face, and then he used the same speed to push back inside me. By the time he had half of his length inside, I was ready to come.
“You’re going to hold it, Ari. I want you to hold off coming until I say so.”
Was he nuts? “But why?”
“You’ll see when it happens. I want us to come together this time.”
Seeing that I was reaching breaking point regardless of what he wanted me to do, he pulled out slightly faster this time, and then he pushed his full length back inside me, our hips making a noise as the flesh met. I hadn’t expected it, and it did absolutely nothing to help me carry out his previous instructions, but damn that felt good. And the piercing was the most genius invention in the history of inventions because when he ground down, the balls went either side of the bundle of nerves.
Wrapping my arms around him, I had to dig my nails into him to stop myself from moving up the bed the next time he did it. It was beauty and torture at the same time.
Gritting my teeth, I focused on doing what he’d asked and not coming, but it was difficult now. I could also see how much it was getting to him by how tense his jaw was, his half-mast eyes, and the muscle was ticking in his cheek. He looked raw, he looked almost brutal, but he looked like he’d hit heaven, too.
Seeing it, I couldn’t stop the mini-vagina spasm that happened. It was just too much!
“You feel like you’re wringing the come out of me when you do that,” he grunted, the speed of his thrusts speeding up again, making that piercing rub either side of my clit each time he was inside me.
Seeing as how that sounded like a good thing, I waited until he thrust back into me and did it again.
“Fuck!” he barked, shifting his weight onto one arm and sliding the other one between us until his thumb was on my clit. “Wait until I say, Ari.”
Then he began to thrum the bundle of nerves, his thumb pressing down in just the right place. I don’t know what a man feels when a woman’s about to come, but I swear every muscle in my lower half—and probably the top half, too—tensed.
Almost like he was reading my mind, he groaned, “I can feel it, baby. You’re going to come. Fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of me.”
I dug my nails in a little deeper and tipped my head back, a wail coming out of me. “I can’t do it.”
“Look at me, Ari,” he growled. “Look at me now.”
Lowering my head back down, I moaned when I saw how tight his face was. Now that he had what he wanted, he sped up again and then pressed down hard on my clitoris. “Now, Ari.”
And just like that, the orgasm swept over me, making my last one look like a loser. My lower half locked down tight, and I screamed loudly as my muscles spasmed around him. I was so deep in it that I didn’t hear him bellow, “Yes.” I didn’t hear him growl, and I didn’t feel it when he came, either. It was so intense that I started to panic at one point, but then I felt the reassuring weight of him on top of me and knew he’d catch me no matter what.
When it started to leave me, I realized that he was now doing a slow glide, in and out, grinding down when he hit the end of me. I was so sensitive that I could have screamed, but at the same time, it sent little sparks out that felt so good, there wasn’t a chance I’d want to stop them from happening.