I frowned and slowly moved my head to the clock and realized I’d slept until four in the morning. I’d had about six hours of much needed sleep. The movement had woken Stryker and he caressed the hair down my back. “I love this,” he whispered, his voice husky with need.
How much he loved having my body against his was obvious with the constant erection that he couldn’t hide. I wanted to see him, pleasure him, to know what it was like to have him pleasure me.
Sitting up, I wiggled in his lap, knowing it made him harder. Cupping his face with my hands, I brought our lips together. I deepened the kiss, learning the shape of his mouth, his taste as our tongues slipped together. Before long, Stryker growled and flipped me to my back. Following me down, his jean-clad erection pressed against my wet panties with my skirt hiked around my waist.
He used his arms so that he didn’t crush me, but as he dipped his head to continue teasing my mouth, I wanted his weight covering me. My breasts ached to be touched. To be pressed tightly against his chest.
The moan that had been lodged in my throat burst forth, and Stryker finally lost control. His chest came down to mine, his hands held my head while he devoured my mouth. It was a kiss so wet and carnal that I seriously thought I’d come.
It was over too soon.
Stryker pulled his mouth away, cursed, and rolled to his back. His heavy breathing could be heard in the quiet of the night, and I felt his fist clench beside me.
Rolling to my side, I came face to face with his impressive erection. With a quick glance up to his hooded eyes, I took a chance.
I reached out and made quick work of his fly. Once I’d got that over with, I inhaled and kneeled between his spread thighs. His eyes glittered, his jaw clenched tightly toge
ther, but he didn’t stop me.
Taking hold of the top of his jeans, I tugged and, with his help, got them to his thighs where I stopped.
I swallowed and moaned.
He was long, thick, and so hard that I’d have been able to use him as a hammer. The more I looked, the more he twitched, and the crown leaked precum. Arching up, Stryker fisted the cover under him, but his eyes never left mine.
“I’m so close,” he growled. “You need to know something.”
“What?”
I bent my head and seconds from licking his balls, he admitted, “I’ve never been with anyone before. Ever. Sex. Blowjob. Nothing.”
My mind spun and I’d think about that later, but for now, I wanted him on my tongue. My mouth.
At the first swipe of my tongue, his body jerked as though he’d stuck his dick in an electrical socket. I didn’t want him coming before I got my mouth around him, but I wanted him to know what my tongue felt like.
I licked again, massaging his balls in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught his hand moving to his dick so I reached out and held both of his arms down at his side while his hips strained. My tongue licked up along his length, circling around the bulging head, which was soaked with excitement.
I released one of his arms and used my hand to hold his erection straight up. As I held his gaze, I slid my mouth down his length. Withdrew to the tip. Sucked him back into the wet warmth. He trembled. I used my hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls, as I took more inside me. He tensed seconds before he started to spill down my throat. I sucked and swallowed. He came so hard that I nearly choked on the amount he’d released.
I didn’t though.
As soon as he relaxed, I licked him clean and grinned when he started to enlarge again. Stryker had other ideas, and I was suddenly hauled up his body with his lips sealed to mine. He held my head down to his mouth and ravaged me. That was the only word for it. He consumed me with his passion and the intensity of his kiss told me more than words ever could.
I was his.
He rolled me to my back, my skirt wedged around my thighs, and his hardness rocked against my wet panties. No matter how much I ached to be filled by him, I didn’t want that to happen tonight. My eyes stung with tears. He’d never been with anyone before me and I felt the excitement of being his first. I just struggled to get my mind around that fact.
“You’re thinking too hard.” He pressed against me while watching my reaction. “I want to have you naked against me. To be able to touch you, make you feel what you just made me feel.” He frowned a look of uncertainty crossing his features. “It’s just as good for a woman, right?”
I smiled, and reaching up, cupped his face. “Oh, yes,” I reassured. “But tonight isn’t going to be about me. It’s about you. I can wait.”
“Let me take your panties off.”
My eyes snapped to his and although ‘yes’ was on the tip of my tongue, I honestly wanted tonight for him.
“I promise I won’t shove my cock inside you. I just want to see you.” I followed his gaze to my crotch and knew what he wanted, even if I hadn’t twigged with his words.
I reached down, started to tug them down when Stryker knocked my hands away and pulled the scrap of material the rest of the way off, tossing them over his shoulder.