Page 33 of Redeem

I lowered my face at the same time that he lifted his, and when our lips touched I knew I was a goner.

I was no stranger to kisses, but affection, the simultaneous expansion of passion and warm comfort was quite new to me.

As was the wonder of Ciprian.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth, the taste of his masculine, uniquely him flavor, making my knees buckle. I tightened my grip, let my jaw fall slack as he explored my mouth.

My eyes had drifted closed, but when he reached up to my waistband, I opened them, watched as those thick fingers I had become fascinated with worked. He pushed my pants down, but left my panties where they were. I stepped out of the pants and kicked them away, and Ciprian wasted no time bringing me closer. I straddled him eagerly, settling my clenching sex over his hardness. I gave an experimental rock of my hips that finally made us break the kiss.

The sound of our mutual breaths filling the room was unlike anything I had heard before. I rocked again, my breath coming out in sharp pants as I imagined that thick hardness that pulsed at the apex of my thighs filling me.

He pushed me back far enough to pull my shirt over my head and off, and in the next breath he reached for me, again filling his hands with my heavy breasts. He ran his hands over my flesh, rough enough that I arched my back against him, desperate to feel more.

It was a dizzying combination, his lips softly working that delicate skin of my collarbone while his hands roughly kneaded my breasts, his fingers twisting at my hard nipples. I exhaled, realized that I had been mindlessly rocking against him, and from the ever-increasing hardness between my legs, he was enjoying it.

I reached between our bodies, cupped my hand over his cock, squeezing him until he pulsed in my palm.

The heavy, warm weight of his cock in my palm, my own breath combining with Ciprian’s creating a mind-dizzying sensation.

He wasn’t inside me, but it didn’t matter. I rocked once, again, and when his knuckle grazed my clit, I exploded, and as I spiraled, Ciprian kept his eyes locked with mine, his expression gentle, his hand deliciously rough.

I came back to myself, worked my hands into his waistband and pulled his pants and underwear down as he lifted me up.

The first glimpse of his cock was everything I would have imagined, the organ thick, long, as magnificent as the man it belonged to.

I fisted his shaft, moving my hand up and down in an erratic pattern. His breath came out harsh, heavy against my neck, and I marveled at that sensation, the joy of having him so near.

But more than anything, I wanted to feel him inside me. It was only the barrier of my underwear that kept me from taking him, but I somehow found the strength to retrieve one of the small packets that lay next to us.

Without words I handed it to him, leaned away.

I stood, and stepped out of my underwear, my heart rattling in my chest as I watched him roll the latex onto his shaft. When he was done, he reached for me, his hand holding one of my tits before he reached between my thighs, brushing a finger along my slit.

After a moment, he pushed a finger inside, perhaps testing my readiness.

He shouldn’t have been concerned.

His cock was impressive, long, thick, and I would relish taking every inch of it. I straddled him again, crying out when our skin touched. Ciprian snaked an arm around my waist, holding me in place, his breath coming out even harder now.

With his free hand he gripped his cock at the base, teased it up and down my slit. He paused, his cock poised at my entrance.

I moaned again, sighed deeply. When he began to move, I froze, anticipation holding me in place. He thrust up, pushing the first inch of his hardness inside me. That sensation, the wonderful, delicious stretch that even the smallest taste of him inspired had me moving.

As he thrust up, I pushed down and soon he was fully inside me.

I’d never been so full, so stretched.

It was pure perfection.

My lids had drifted lower, but I lifted them, met his eyes.

That keen awareness was still on his face, but it was softer now, clouded with desire that seemed beyond physical.

I wondered what that was, but then wondered nothing at all when he thrust so hard it took my breath away.

I had been wet, desperate for him, was even more so now. I shifted my hips as much as I could with his strong arm around me. Then I leaned forward, brought our lips together, kissing him as I rode him with abandon I’d never had.

Ciprian grunted, his cock jerking inside me. I clenched my walls down on him, squeezed tight, and was rewarded by another harsh breath.