Page 58 of Far from Destined

I rolled on his hand, shaking, and when his lips moved to my breasts again, drawing out the orgasm, my entire body shook, and I was so glad that I was on the desk for support.

“Macon, I need you.

“Oh, thank God,” he gasped and then stood back, toed off his shoes, and undid his pants. His jeans fell to the floor after he pushed them over his very nicely rounded ass, and I blinked when he took off his boxer briefs.

“Is that a...?”

He ran his hand over his length, his fingers brushing the piercing at the tip. “My condoms are the good kind, not the cheap brand. They’ll work with my ring. Is this okay with you?”

I blinked down at the metal and swallowed hard. “I’ve never…does it hurt?” I asked.

Macon shook his head. “No, it feels fucking good. And it’ll feel good for you, too. I thought about getting a Jacob’s Ladder, but I liked the look of this.”

His cock was thick, curved ever so slightly, and only lookedmorelickable with the ring at the end.

I swallowed hard. “I like the look of it, too.”

“I’ll take it out if you ever want to go down on me,” he said, and I laughed.

“Trying to protect my teeth?” I asked, my gaze transfixed on his dick. Seriously, I could not stop looking.

“Well, a guy has to dream. However, with the way you’re looking at me right now? I’m not going to last very long once I sink into you.”

“Will you kiss me?” I asked, suddenly feeling like everything was going too fast and yet not fast enough. I was bare before him, and everything felt like it all began and ended right here.

Macon nodded, and then he kissed me softly, treating me gently as if I were porcelain.

I hadn’t meant to do this. Having sex in my office on my desk.

And yet, all I knew was that it felt right. We had been fighting for so long, pushing and pulling at each other, and yet if we had been at home our first time, doing things gently after a date, after I thought about it for too long, it wouldn’t have been the same.

Our first time being in the moment and full of passion?

That was what we needed.

This.

Because everything else about us was on schedules, and there were barely any surprises except for the ones that hurt.

When he pulled away and slid the condom over his length, I licked my lips and then reached out, putting my hand on his chest again.

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

He froze, his cock right at my entrance. “I think that’s my line.”

“Macon. I want you. I’m just terrified of what’s going to happen afterward.”

His whole body shook, but he leaned down and captured my lips softly. “I’m never going to hurt you. You and me? We’ll figure out what comes later. However, I can walk away right now if you need me to.”

“Please don’t. Just...just know that I want this, but we also need to go slow.”

“Slow, I can do.” And then he was inside me, filling me. And I ached. I wrapped my legs around him, met his gaze. We both rocked, our bodies sweat-slick, and it felt like a moment.

I could feel him inside me, his piercing touching me at the exact place I needed him to. I wasn’t going to last long, just as he said he wouldn’t. But right then, it wasn’t about the heat or the caresses or the spontaneity. It was about him and me.

And this moment.

When we moved, and both of us came, my eyes were on his, my mouth parted. All I could think about was him.