Page 57 of For Your Eyes Only
“We should get a towel—”
“You think I give a shit about the sheets? They’ll wash.”
“It’s not that, I…” My stomach pinches, and I don’t want to stop this. I want all of him, rough and angry and possessive.
He grips my arm, turning me to face him. “What is it?”
Inhaling slowly, I don’t know why it’s so difficult to say. “I’m afraid there might be blood. You see, i–it’s my first time.”
Silence fills the air between us. His eyes narrow, and I pull my lip between my teeth. I know his trust is shaken, but I want to be completely honest with everything going forward.
“You’re lying.” His tone is flinty, but he releases my arm. “You’re trying to run away again.”
He takes a step as if he’ll leave, as if he’ll take that massive cock to the shower and deal with it alone, without me.
“I’m not. I don’t want to run. I want this to be with you. I only…” I gesture to his pristine king-sized bed. “I don’t want to ruin your sheets.”
Closing the space between us, he catches my upper arms in his angry hands. “Fuck the sheets. You honestly expect me to believe you’ve never slept with a man with the way you dance?”
Our faces are close, and I’m breathing fast, my breasts rising and falling against his skin, the fine hairs on his chest tickling my nipples. A heartbeat throbs in my pussy, and I want his dick to soothe that ache.
“Every time I danced, I thought of you. I imagined what it would be like to have your body next to mine, inside me.” My voice is soft but strong, cautious but confident. “Didn’t you know?”
The anger in his hazel eyes wavers. His gaze holds mine for another beat, then he blinks. “You’re not real.”
Reaching up, I carefully slide my fingers along his neck, threading them in the side of his soft hair. “You’re not real. I thought I’d lost everything, then I found you.”
Turning fast, his mouth is on mine again, his arm around my back. I feel him rip the sheets away before sliding me back onto the bed, higher so we’re in the center. I’m lying on my back with him between my thighs, and his mouth moves to my jaw, down to my neck, biting and sucking the soft skin.
Firm hands are on my ribs, sliding up to lift my breasts, squeeze them. His torso is a delicious weight on my stomach, my thighs, and I drag my hands up his shoulders, pulling him against me.
Moving down, he pauses to kiss the side of my breast, moving his mouth over one nipple, pausing for a nibble, to the valley beneath and up to the other, biting and sucking.
“Yes,” I moan, threading my fingers in his hair. It’s so good.
With every appreciative kiss, every nibble and bite, my back arches. Sensations pulse through my blood. My nipples are so hard, my toes are pointed, and wetness leaks from my core to my ass.
Now his lips are on my navel, his tongue circling and kissing.
He rises up on his elbows, gazing at my bare pussy. “This little scrap of lace is in my way.”
“Rip it off,” I beg, and his eyes flicker to mine. “Please…”
I’m squirming beneath him, and he curls his fingers over the fabric. A sharp jerk is followed by a little sting. I gasp anOh, and his mouth is on me.
The first stroke of his tongue, warm and wet against my clit, has me rising off the bed with a scream. His palm is flat against my stomach, and this time as he licks, drawing me frantically closer, racing to that burning orgasm, he inserts two fingers, three, stretching and circling my slippery core.
“This might make it hurt less.” His mouth is against the seam of my thigh.
“I don’t care,” I gasp, tugging his hair, needing him to get back to my pulsing clit.
His beard scratches my skin as he grins, and it provokes my first jerk of orgasm. “Oh… oh, yes,” I moan as his mouth returns to finish what he started.
Sucking and licking, my eyes are closed, and I’m lost in the waves pulsing through my thighs, radiating down to my toes, up to my brain. His fingers are gone, and I hear the noise of foil ripping.
His tongue flickers back and forth, and I break with a scream, shudders rippling through my stomach, moving through my legs. He slides his tongue around two more times, two more ecstatic bursts move my hips, and he quickly kisses my navel, wrapping his forearms under my knees and spreading me wide.
“Deep breath,” he orders before his mouth covers mine, andfuck fuck fuck… Pleasure, meet pain.