“Leave that,” he said, walking me to the edge of the bed, his large erection trapped between our bodies. “The heels, too.”
Excitement and anticipation bit through me.
“I didn’t know what else to call you.” I ran my hands up his chest, my fingers outlining his cut muscles. “Sorry if I overstepped, but I wanted—”
His mouth on mine cut off my words. His tongue swept through my mouth and then plunged in deep. His fingers encircled my nipples before he reached down low and traced the edges of lace between my thighs.
“I’d like to retain that title, if you don’t mind.” He picked me up and then gently lowered me onto the bed before crawling over me, hands on my knees spreading me wide. He sat back, his length standing large and proud; I salivated for the taste and feel of him.
His gaze roamed my body slowly. He was not touching, just looking.
“There is only one, Jacinta.” He curled his fingers around my ankle before lifting it to his shoulder. “When it comes to mating, I am firmly convinced that there is only one for each of us.” My other ankle followed the first, on his other shoulder. My hair was splayed across the pillow and my necklace rested just above my exposed breasts. “I am equally convinced that I have found that one for me. There could be no other. Not for me.”
He traced down the outsides of my legs and stopped on my hips. He bent forward, his shoulders lowering until they fit into the crease of my knees. One hand traced the edges of the lace panties again, and I arched back, needing that touch to drift toward the center. Needing it deeper.
“For me, there is only you.” He moved the slip of fabric to the side, trailing his tongue up the middle of me.
I pulled in a deep breath, soaking in that feeling, focusing on that tricky tongue, the fingers plunging deep. I let out a breath slowly, my legs falling from him and spreading even wider, wanting to give him all the access I hoped he’d use.
He lifted and slipped my panties off, his mouth on me again, drawing out my moans. Winding me tighter. His tongue doing dizzying circles.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, cried his name, and shuddered with a violent climax.
He kissed up my stomach before sucking in a nipple. He massaged me down low again, readying me for the next dizzying orgasm.
His body pushed me into the soft mattress, and I wrapped my legs around him, the pounding in my middle harder than that in my core. I kissed him with all the passion and desperation I felt.
“I don’t remember how I felt first with the ex,” I said softly, needing to say my piece, needing him to know where I stood. “I remember being in love, but I was so young. I didn’t really understand what I was getting myself into. Love changes as you get older. It isn’t just about that initial rush of feeling; it’s about the capacity for mutual respect and compromise. It’s about how two people take care of each other, honor each other, and trust each other. I wasn’t mature enough to recognize that. I’ve never experienced all of that with someone. But I feel all of that with you. I only want to take it slow so I can be sure. So I can avoid repeating my mistakes. I already trust you implicitly—I just want to trust myself too.”
His eyes were so deep and blue. He kissed me softly. “I meant what I said. I won’t rush you. Take your time figuring it all out. I’ll be here when you inevitably come begging.” His smile was smug.
I laughed and slid my hands up his arms and around his neck. He kissed me, pressing himself against me, and just like that, my anticipation was building again.
“In the meantime, I’ll revel in your body.” He ran his lips down my throat and growled softly.
“Why does that turn me on so much?” I asked, breathless.
“Because you sense the danger of a predator at your neck.” He ran his lips down and across my collarbone. “You submit to me every time you feel it, trusting me with your life. You didn’t always get off on it. You do now because of what I do to you after.”
He enclosed a budded nipple in his mouth and softly ran his teeth over it. I shivered with the feeling, eyes closed, and arched up to meet him.
“What about if I did that to you?” I asked, guiding his hand down between my legs.
He pushed two fingers into me, his pace slow and deep, his thumb massaging on top.
“I’d get turned on too, especially if you sat on me while you did it.”