Holy shit, did I want that. My cock throbbed in agreement. Nothing but soft, wet, Persephone. “Princess, I’m not sure you want everything that comes with that.”
She nodded. “I do. I’m on the pill.”
Her pills were on the bathroom counter, where she’d taken them every night as we got ready for bed.
“Okay, but—”
“I’m clean,” she promised like I didn’t already fucking know that.
“Of course you are.” Fuck, I couldn’t think when I was close enough to feel the heat of her pussy with the tip of my dick.
“And you are, too,” she assured me.
“I am?” Why the fuck did that come out as a question?
“You are. First, because you told me you always use those,” she motioned at the condom in my hand. “And second, because if you weren’t, you never would have touched me. You wouldn’t put me in danger like that.”
My chest swelled with a sweet kind of ache. She was incredible. She was mine.
“You’re right,” I assured her.
She plucked the condom out of my hand and threw it.
Guess that settled it.
The head of my cock nudged her entrance as I settled between her thighs, careful to brace my weight on my elbows as I kissed her deep and hard.
“You’re sure?” I asked, my hips flexing instinctively and seating my cock flush against her. One push, one thrust, and I’d be inside her.
“I’m so sure,” she said with a bright smile and hazy eyes.
“Tell me if it hurts too much. You understand?” Sweat beaded on my skin, and my muscles trembled with restraint.
“I understand.” She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I pushed forward gently.
Her pussy strangled the head of my dick with exquisite pressure, and I groaned as I took that first inch. Her muscles protested, clamping down and nearly pushing me back out. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so fucking turned on that I couldn’t see straight.
“You have to relax, Princess,” I whispered against her mouth.
“I’m trying,” she promised with a little nod. “God, you feel massive.”
This time the laugh slipped free, and I reveled in the simple joy of having this woman beneath me, even as she looked as frustrated as I felt.
“Hold on to me,” I told her as I held her tight and rolled. With her ass in my hands, I sat up and leaned back against our headboard, leaving my cock at her entrance as she kneeled above me, one knee on either side of my hips.
“What are we doing?” She rocked, sending a warm rush of heat over my dick.
“This way, you control it,” I told her. “Now, give me your mouth and lower yourself at your own pace.” I gripped the back of her neck with one hand, held her hip with the other, and kissed her senseless.
She panted through the kiss, rocking back and forth over my cock, taking me inch, by inch, by inch, until she took my entire length inside her.
Pleasure ripped through me, stripping my defenses. She owned me in every single way that I owned her. Totally, completely, and without reservation.
“Oh my God,” she groaned against my lips. “You feel so damned good, Cannon.”
“You feel like heaven,” I whispered, lowering my hips slightly and pushing back up into her with a tight, smooth glide. “Fucking flawless.”
She cried out when I stroked her again. Then she picked up the rhythm, rising and falling above me with slow, deep strokes that made me see stars. I pulled the cloth band from her hair, and it fell in a cascade of silk over my thighs as she threw her head back and rode me.
I was so fucking lost in her. The feel of her was beyond anything I’d ever known, and I clenched my teeth to hold back. When she leaned forward slightly, I took her breast in my mouth, sucking and licking at the peak while my hand shifted from her hip to her cleft so my thumb could stroke her clit.
“Cannon,” she began chanting, her movements growing jerky and slow above me as her thighs clenched my hips.
“That’s it, Princess,” I praised her as she gave in to the pleasure and fell over the peak, coming around me in waves that gripped my cock in a velvet vise. At that first squeeze, I flipped us so she was under me, rippling with her orgasm.
Then I pumped into her with deep, hard, steady thrusts, prolonging her orgasm as I chased my own, both seeking it and holding it off as long as possible. I wanted to live here, inside her, in this moment.
When she screamed my name again, clutching at my shoulders with those sharp little nails, my orgasm hit me like a freight train ripping me from my body with its intensity. I fell into her arms as I emptied myself inside her in three long thrusts.