He kissed me so determinedly that I couldn’t do anything else but give in.
Was I afraid that this would end badly? Yes. But I was more afraid of not getting to know this man who stirred so many things inside me. I’d never felt so appreciated, as if he embraced every side of me.
He feathered his fingers down my back, resting them atop of the zipper. My entire body pulsed with anticipation. He stopped the kiss, pulling back a few inches, locking his eyes with mine. The heat in them overpowered me. I was drunk on the anticipation hanging thick in the air.
He lowered my zipper, touching his fingers to my bare back. I shuddered, hungry for more of his touch. I licked my lips when my dress slid down my body, pooling at my feet. He raked his gaze downward slowly, as if determined to memorize every curve, every inch. When he snapped his gaze back up, my breath caught.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Just perfect.”
I bit my lower lip. He caught the gesture. His eyes flashed, and then he leaned in, licking my lower lip slowly. I shuddered, unable to hold back a moan. My entire body reacted, and when he turned his attention to my upper lip, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, my nipples turned rock-hard. An ache settled between my legs, pulsing madly. I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it. He groaned against my mouth and then kissed me so hard that I nearly stumbled backward. And then his mouth was everywhere, kissing my mouth and neck, demanding my surrender, claiming everything I had to give. I wasn’t any less demanding either. Taking off his shirt, I drew my hands down his torso, determined not to leave one inch untouched. Lifting myself on my tiptoes, I kissed his Adam’s apple. A low hum in his throat told me just how much he liked it.
He gripped the back of my head with one hand, pulling me into a deliciously dirty kiss. He gripped my hip with the other hand, pulling me against him. My knees buckled when I felt his erection against my lower belly. Feeling feisty, undoing his pants and pushing them down, I dipped my hand into his boxers. When I wrapped my palm around his erection, he rocked his hips back and forth, deepening the kiss, claiming more of me with every stroke of his tongue. When I drew my thumb over his tip, he let out a deep, guttural groan. And then he walked me backward until the back of my legs touched the bed.
I climbed on the mattress, lying down, admiring the view.
“Like what you see?” he taunted with a smile.
I smiled back, tilting my head to one side. “I think I do.”
I drank in that gorgeous body. Every muscle was perfectly defined. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers over every single one of them... and then map his body with my mouth. The feral glint in his eyes told me he had other plans for us, though.
He climbed in bed with me, resting on his side next to me. I was on my back, my breath labored from anticipation.
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “And I’m healthy.”
“I’m clean too.”
He skimmed his fingers down my chest, and when he leaned over me, I thought he’d kiss that same spot between my breasts. Instead, he lowered one cup of my bra and sealed his mouth over one nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Pleasure curled through me. My hips bucked off the bed. Holy shit!
I gripped the sheets with both hands. I felt him smile against my breast before he reached behind my back, undoing the clasp. I pushed my own panties down my legs awkwardly, desperate to get any piece of fabric out of the way. He got rid of his boxers.
His kissing alternated between gentle and ferocious. And his touch... it was out of this world good. It didn’t matter if he touched my belly or my breasts or my inner thighs... I felt every touch so intensely, as if my entire body was a sweet spot, as if every cell was wired to my center. And every time our gazes locked, I felt more exposed than I ever had.
“You’re so amazing, Sienna. Everything about you just draws me in. Your laughter, the way you touch me. The way you challenge me.”
I smiled, feeling our bond like a physical cord, tying us together. When he looked straight at me, I was sure my emotions were written all over my face, but far from shutting down or running in the opposite direction, he embraced it. He kissed down my chest, feathering his thumbs over my nipples before licking the spot he’d touched.
When he settled between my legs, I dug my fingers into the mattress. Anticipation coursed through me. He drew the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, then followed the same trail with his mouth, going higher and higher until he nearly reached my center. When his lips touched the sensitive skin, I gasped. He moved his mouth on my lower belly, kissing up, pausing to look at me from time to time. Every time our gazes locked, I was overwhelmed by emotions. He looked at me as if he was the luckiest man to be here with me, as if I was precious.
Gripping his erection at the base, he drew the tip downward. When he circled my clit, I gasped, lifting my hips. He pressed them back down to the mattress, smiling devilishly at me.
“I’m in charge, Sienna. Your pleasure belongs to me.”
He slid inside me slowly. I felt every exquisite inch filling me while he kissed my neck before skimming his lips up to my temple, murmuring my name.
***
Winston
I just couldn’t get enough of her soft skin, her feminine perfume, the way she reacted to me. I wanted to claim her pleasure, make her world tilt on its axis.
I rocked back and forth gently, wanting to give her time to adjust to me. I drank in every reaction. The way her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth opened in a moan. I increased my pace, slammed into her without restraint. When I touched her clit, she clenched around me.
“Oh, Winston. Wins-ton.” Her voice faltered, becoming shaky. I wanted to prolong this, but at the same time, I wanted to feel her come around me before I succumbed to my own climax.
I stilled, smiling at her groans of protest. Clasping my hands around her ankles, I lifted them up, placing them on my shoulders as I sat back on my haunches. Her eyes widened.
“Winston, what.... ohhhhh.”