“I’m on the pill.”
“Really? So we can…oh, fuck.”
When the light turns green, he hits the gas and drives faster than I’ve ever seen him drive. We get to his place in record time, and he leaves the car with the doorman and leads me into his building by the hand.
We’re alone in the elevator, my heartrate racing like never before. Victor puts his hands on my hips, squeezing them possessively. His touch sends a shiver trickling down my spine.
“What if it’s not good?” I whisper.
“It will be, because we’re good.”
His gaze darkens as he lowers his mouth to mine, his kiss turning deep and passionate just as the elevator doors slide open. We tumble out together, him fumbling in his pocket for his apartment key while still trying to kiss me.
Somehow, we make it inside. As soon as he closes the door, we shrug off our coats, letting them fall to the floor. I drop my handbag, gasping as he grips my ass cheeks and pulls me against him.
I forget my insecurities as he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, my legs unconsciously wrapping themselves around his waist. He’s hard where I’m soft; leading as I follow.
Once we get into the bedroom, he lays me on the bed and hovers above me, moving my shirt up and kissing my bare stomach until I’m writhing beneath him and whimpering for more. He unbuttons my jeans and I moan with satisfaction, sure it’s time for more, but he just kisses that one spot until I beg for more.
Then, he slides down my zipper and lavishes the same agonizingly slow attention on the bare skin there. He slides his tongue beneath the waistband of my panties and I arch my back up off the bed, practically panting.
He pauses, and I realize he’s figured out my surprise for him. Grabbing the sides of the waistband of my jeans, he works them down and off, then moves the crotch of my white lacy panties to the side.
Bare. Completely hairless. I got myself waxed to prepare for this occasion, on Ari’s advice. And from the look on his face, I can tell she knows what she’s talking about.
“Fuck,” he whispers, running a finger over down my slit. “So fucking hot, babe.”
I want him to pull them off and get naked himself. My body is humming with arousal, desperate to have him inside me. But he teases some more, licking me through the fabric of my panties until I’m moaning his name, frantic to come even though he won’t let me.
He takes off my shirt and bra then, his lips and tongue giving my breasts the same deliciously torturous treatment. I’m trying to undo his pants, but he slides his hands down the length of my arms and pins them above my head.
“Let me enjoy you,” he says, his breath warm on my lips. “We’ve got all night.”
I moan with frustration as he lowers his lips to my neck and kisses me, the brush of his stubble setting off a wave of goosebumps on my skin.
Every touch, every kiss, every lick feels like almost enough to send me over the edge. He keeps me hovering so close, and I’m about to go mad with wanting more when he finally, finally takes off his own clothes.
I run my hands up and down his arms and back, starved for the feel of his warm, bare skin. The tip of his cock brushes against me and I rock my hips forward, trying to get closer.
“I think you’re ready,” he says against my neck.
“Yes.” My response comes out as a pant, and I widen my legs even further in invitation.
Victor pauses above me, supporting himself on his elbows and knees as he brushes the hair away from my face.
“I’m in love with you, Lindy. You’re my whole world.”
Tears burn in my eyes. “I’m in love with you, too.”
“Tell me if I need to stop.”
He eases himself in just a little, and I moan my approval. This is good. It’s like having his fingers in me, but better.
I tilt my hips, encouraging him to go in further. When he does, I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. It does hurt. I knew it would, but I had a hope it wouldn’t hurt much.
He kisses my jaw line and neck, his hot breath on my skin making me momentarily forget the pain.
“More?” he asks.
I close my eyes. “Just do it. Do it all.”
“It’ll hurt too much, babe.”
He slides in just a little further and I grit my teeth together, groaning.
“How much is that?” I ask him.
“Half.”
Of course, he had to be enormous. From what Ari’s told me about dick size, Victor is a couple inches above average.
“Just do it,” I say. “Get it over with.”
He does, and I dig my nails into his back and groan against his chest. It hurt, but I don’t want him to know just how much.