And now that I’ve seen the most perfect cock up close and personal, I want all of him too.
He continues pulling my tights down ever so slowly, over my calves and then over the arch of each foot as I grip his shoulders for balance. With one last kiss to the spot just above my pussy that makes me shiver, he rises to his feet, taking my hand to lead me to the bed.
All of this is new, so I have no idea what to expect, but one thing is certain. He’s very much in charge. He sits and leans against the headboard, then pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him, my knees on the bed on either side of his muscular thighs.
Then both of his arms wrap around my lower back, holding me tight as he kisses my lips and throat, my nipples grazing the firm plains of his chest. He grips so tightly, as if this is a last, fragile attempt to hold on to me. The only way he can truly hold on to me, to what we’ve started to build, is if he calls off the event tomorrow, but something deep inside me knows he won’t do that.
I reach between us, lightly stroking his thick length up and down, loving the pleased sound he makes low in his throat.
Looking down between us, I frown. “I don’t know if you’ll fit. It’s been a while, and you’re, well . . .” Massive.
A deeply satisfied smile tugs up his lips. “Oh, it’ll fit, love. I’ll make sure of that.”
His confidence is sexy. Of course it will fit; I just wanted him to know I needed him to go slow at the start.
“Are you ready for this?”
Drugged with lust, I bring the blunt head of him to the juncture between my legs, letting him feel how wet and ready I am. He inhales sharply and grips my ass cheeks in both hands.
We both sigh with pleasure as he finally penetrates me, ever so slowly.
I grip his shoulders, and we kiss deeply as I slide all the way down. The intense stretch of pleasure is almost too much, and I can’t help the cry he pulls from my lips.
“Christ, woman,” he grunts out once he’s fully seated. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“So do you,” I murmur, my lips on his throat.
“Ready for more?”
I nod, surrendering myself to the moment, to him.
Gripping my ass in his palms, Sterling lifts and lowers me over him, slowly at first, but then with a growing urgency.
Each time we come together fully, I moan at the overwhelming sensation of fullness. In this position, we’re eye to eye, making this moment all the more intimate. It’s almost too much—our gazes meeting in the dimly lit room, our mouths seeking each other, our hearts beating together.
His pace is so steady and hypnotic, I turn myself over to the desire racing through my veins.
“Ride my dick, baby. Show me how you like it.” He laces his fingers behind his head, giving me a challenging smirk.
It’s amazing how he can go from sensual, to dirty-talking, to playful, and I love seeing all the sides of him. I don’t want this moment to end; it’s like magic.
Swallowing a wave of nerves over whether I can perform to his expectations, I place my hands on his shoulders and begin to rock back and forth in his lap.
Sterling’s smug smile falls away, and his lips part. “Fuck,” he murmurs.
I work my hips faster now, wanting to watch him lose control.
His hands drop to my waist, where he forces me down on him harder, faster.
“I thought you were going to keep your hands to yourself, mister,” I tease, my voice strained.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growls, lifting one of my breasts to his mouth to taste, nibble, and lick the sensitive peak.
I shamelessly bounce on him, increasing the tempo as our breathing grows ragged and we race toward the finish. Our bodies move together as if notes in a symphony, complementary and never out of sync. Aren’t first times supposed to be awkward and clumsy as you learn what the other likes? This is hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. It doesn’t make any sense.
Releasing my breast from his mouth, Sterling zeroes in on his next target. Sliding one hand between us, he begins rubbing my clit with his fingertips, sending me over the edge for the second time tonight.
My release tears through me, and I grip his shoulders for support as I feel every sensation as though it’s amplified through a speaker. It’s too much, and yet perfect in its intensity. I shiver in his arms and let him support my weight as he keeps our pace, lifting and lowering me in his lap during the longest orgasm of my life.
As my climax begins to subside, Sterling’s pace quickens. A deep groan of satisfaction rips from his throat, and I swear I can feel his cock thicken as he explodes.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sterling
Camryn is fast asleep in my arms, and even though I have to piss like a fucking racehorse, there’s no way in hell I’m moving from this spot.
Tonight was perfection. And I’m not just talking about the sex, though it was hands down the best sex of my life. It was all amazing. From the dinner we shared, where she made me feel so at ease, to her teasing me tonight once we were alone in the hotel room. I love that she’s a playful lover. In fact, there are so many things I love about her, as nervous as that big L-word makes me.
And fucking hell . . . the sex.
Watching her pleasure me with her mouth, feeling her come on my cock, the way her muscles tightened around me and she whimpered my name? That was it for me. She’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
I was so caught up in the moment, we didn’t even use a condom, something I never do. I know I should talk with her, make sure she’s okay, but I don’t want to wake her just yet. Needing to hold her a little longer, I tighten my arms around her.