Lover (Court University 4)

I wanted to, his hand slowing mine down on top of him. I’d considered my ex-husband moderately sized, and I’d only been with a couple of others but that’d been a while ago, back in college.

Ramses slowed his hand. He basically froze upon my request, both hands easing onto my naked hips. “You sure?”

The uncertainty in his voice made laugh, that was until I glanced back and saw him. More than one wrinkle worried his brow, like he was actually worried.

Oh, wow. Is he?

I had to say, his confidence definitely had slipped a little, his eyes on me as he guided himself out and pushed his trousers down his golden thighs. Dusted in dark hairs, the same tone dusted around his extended length.

“Oh, fuck.”

I’d said it out loud. Though I hadn’t meant to, and the worry that twisted his brow pinched his lips tight. He fisted a dick well longer than the size of his hand, which said something because Ramses had some pretty big hands. He was thick at the top, veiny at the sides and his balls hung heavy, weighted beneath it all. This man had the most glorious cock I’d possibly ever seen. But that had nothing to do with the size. He was just, in a word, perfect.

I hadn’t spoken again soon enough.

I knew because he started to reach for his pants, like maybe I’d changed my mind and again, he’d expected it. I mean, I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t intimidated by all that, but I sure as fuck was game.

“Come over here,” I told him, like he had me before. I pulled him to my lips, kissing him from behind. This appeared to be enough to charge him on because he guided me to my back and let me see him full on, him on top of me, large and solid as he hung over me. I felt like a mortal to his god, an unyielding force above me.

I drew my fingers down solid muscles, Ramses biting my lip again. My mouth filled with his metallic taste, and he hovered that big body over me, his cock hard as it pulsed my inner thigh.

“I’ll go slow,” he explained again, like he had to. He’d been about to take me from behind but obviously felt comfortable enough to let me see him full on.

And how crazy was that?

I’d felt inferior to him before, this beautiful man who appeared to have his own insecurities. Honestly, the realization floored me that he could feel in any way similar to the way I’d felt when we first began. That only proved to make me even hotter for him.

“Don’t hold back,” I urged, not wanting him to. “I told you I’m a big girl.”

Apparently, a match for him, his laugh throaty when he worked his pants off those thick thighs. He had a condom in his dress pants, which he took and sheathed himself with.

“You’ve been warned.” He smiled, kissing me deep into his coat. “It might hurt. It might hurt a lot.”

Well, I must have been a masochist because not only did the prospect thrill me, but I pooled so hotly between my legs I questioned if I’d come before. He made me crazy, made me feral. I kissed him deep as he guided himself inside, and at just the tip, I borderline felt half full. He wasn’t joking, my core stretching and laboring to adjust to his size. The pressure tugged hard at my walls, but even still, I didn’t want him to go slow.

“Go.”

He did, a hard thrust that ripped a cry through me, sharp pain that shot fire between my legs and made Ramses stop completely. He really stopped, right inside me, more than unease etched across his brow, but I tugged his hips.

“Fuck me,” I ground out, jerking my hips forward to make him move his. As extra incentive, I locked my legs around him, pressing the balls of my feet into his muscular ass. “Come on. It’s okay.”

It was okay even though it did hurt. God, did it hurt, the muscles more than tight, but I wanted him to keep going, to know he didn’t have to be gentle with me. To listen to me and trust what I had to say. I’d let him know if it was too much, and he needed to trust that I’d do that.

How curious, trust. This man didn’t know me at all, but I was asking him for that. A chance I was taking here, too.

His stare intensified as he cradled my face and thrust into me so hard and so fast we both called out. Sweat beaded Ramses’s brow as he dipped his head and sucked hard on my tits. He laved, suckling before tugging hard on my nipples, and it proved to be just the distraction to curl my toes.

I burned beneath him, my head falling back as he fucked me hard from above. I was along for this ride, and he was taking me with him, his ab muscles tightening with every thrust. His hard chest glistened with sweat, my core burning and aching from every thick slam and rock of his solid hips. He didn’t take it easy on me, that was for sure. Kissing me hotly, he dueled our tongues together.

“Fucking fuck,” he gritted, slamming his hands to the hardwood above his coat. This proved to be the stability he needed, his thighs slamming against the apex of mine, and each heated burn charged my flesh to my simmering blood. He rocked me to my bones, my hands gripping his forearms just to hold on. “Fuck, Bri. Fuck.”

More expletives, from both of us, my eyes rolling back and my fingers digging into his back. Between that and my nails embedded into his tough flesh, he roared above me, jerking my head back before taking my lip between his teeth. I instantly tasted blood again, the pair of us losing our minds.

“What are you fucking doing to me?” he grunted, looking right at me as he fucked me into his coat. “Goddamn.”

He pushed my hair out of my face, really looking at me while he did

this. Like he was trying to see something in me, find me before closing his eyes and covering my mouth with his. It was the most intimate thing he could have ever done and possibly the most intimate thing I’d ever done. I’d never made love with my eyes completely open like that nor had a guy done that with me.