He thrust his finger in up to the second knuckle, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan building inside my throat. It’d been so long since I’d been touched, I was afraid I’d come from that single motion alone.
“You’re already close aren’t you?”
I nodded painfully, fingers desperately clutching the pillow, perspiration misting my skin.
His finger resumed thrusting in and out, twisting as it did so. First slowly, then faster. His pace increased edging me closer to my impending climax.
“Oh my god, I’m coming.”
The orgasm slammed into me, shattering my senses. I arched into his hand and my sex clenched his finger.
Before I could fully recover, I felt sensation against my clit.
“No, Vincent. I’m too sensitive.”
His expert tongue lapped hungrily at the hood, periodically dipping into my cleft and nuzzling my clit with his nose. After my mind-blowing orgasm, I didn’t think my body could take anymore.
“So good. So sweet.” He groaned as he devoured me, sending my head spinning. I writhed on the bed and released my grip from the pillow behind me. I reached for luscious locks, pulling his tongue deeper into my cleft as I bucked my hips. I’d never experienced such brain-sizzling oral pleasure before.
“It feels too good,” I moaned.
“I’ve never been this hard before,” he growled. “I want you so bad.”
“Take me,” I cried.
His head moved away and I heard buttons scatter as he ripped his shirt. His belt buckle and pants soon followed. I knew he freed his cock because there was a dull skin-slapping sound as it hit my stomach. I reached to touch it, to feel its scorching heat and pulsing energy. It was heavy and long enough to accommodate both my hands.
“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about those hands wrapping around my cock.” His voice was desperate and needy. I squeezed him and he released a pained cry.
“Can I take the blindfold off?” I pleaded.
“Yes. Take it off. Everything off.”
With one hand, I pulled away the folded napkin and I gazed at what was in my other hand.
“Jesus, you’re big.”
My gaze snagged on the hard tapered lines of his pelvis. And ripped. My gaze trailed from his hips up and across steely abs and chiseled pecs pierced with silver rings to his breathtaking face, dark eyes flushed with desire. I’d seen him in his swimsuit before, but now he was completely nude, radiating raw sexual energy that stole my breath.
“I can’t fight it anymore, Kristen. I need to be inside you.”
He reached into a bedside drawer and produced a small packet. I released my grip as he roughly took his member in his own hands and wrapped himself before guiding it to my entrance. I sucked in a deep breath preparing for his size. Although I used a vibrator, Vincent looked bigger than what I was used to. I anticipated he’d impatiently thrust to the hilt, but he took his time, slowly parting the folds with the head. With how wet I was, he was easily able to slide in. He stopped when the tip was fully inside and pulled back with the same patience, slowly stroking my walls with just the head, cycling sensations of emptiness and fullness again and again. The teasing was agonizing.
“Deeper,” I begged.
He pushed deeper, unhurried, every ridge of his heated flesh firing nerves I didn’t realize I had. My mind swam in the experience.
“Faster,” I panted.
“You said slow.”
I began to regret having said those words to him during our date in St. Thomas, but then his pace quickened. I gripped his backside and pulled, aiding his thrusts as I bucked forward for stronger penetration. It’d been so long since I had sex that the pleasure from Vincent moving inside me was almost unbearable. Consumed by desire, our mouths and bodies wrestled in primal lust, cries of pleasure echoing throughout the apartment.
“You’re making me lose it, Kristen. I can’t stop.”
His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate as did my moans. Then I felt him jerk and the first wave of heat poured into me. He released a strangled growl the moment I clenched around him. He collapsed into me as my world went dark again for a moment. We laid there for a spell, neither of us speaking, just the sound of our heavy breaths and heartbeats filling the silence.
“You’re incredible,” Vincent said, lifting his face to look into my gaze.
I smiled, staring back into those dark eyes brimming with warm affection. “I was thinking the same thing.”
“I thought I was going to die there for a moment.”
“I’m not sure I haven’t.”
He smiled and kissed my cheek. “You’re still here. With me.”