Only when he seems satisfied with our movements does he allow his hips to fall between my open legs and I feel every hot inch of him on top of me. When his length settles against the wetness between my legs, I feel him start to rock and our moans grow as his dick hits my oversensitive clit.
“Willow,” he gasps when I feel another rush of wetness between my legs. Lifting my hips and pulling my thighs to the side, I open myself for him to slide against, hugging his steel like flesh as he quickens his pace.
My need for him, to have him fill me, hits so violently that I feel as if I’m on the verge of breaking down in tears.
He studies my expression, not once slowing down his thrusts against my body. He’s not penetrating, but rather creating a burn in which I feel I’ll forever be scarred from. We continue to watch each other, neither of us in a hurry, but at the same time, our need to take this further is consuming us to the point of insanity.
“I need you,” I beg on a sob. “I feel like I’m going mad if I don’t, Kane. What are you doing to me?” My words hitch when he presses himself more firmly against me. The tip of him causing sparks of ecstasy to zap from my center and all over my body. Tingles firing from every direction until I’m overcome with a demand to make him understand what I need. My hand reaches down and wraps around his thickness, trying desperately to feel more of him and not to lose the feelings he’s bringing out in me.
“It’s never felt like this for me, Willow. I have to know you won’t regret this. I have to know you understand I want more from you than just a rushed fuck. I want it all. Tonight, tonight is about you, baby.”
I whimper when he lifts his hips and I lose my hold on him. His hands reach up to grab my wrists, and he pulls my hands over my head. Holding me captive as he settles back in to rock against my slickness. His eyes lock on mine as he moves.
We aren’t even having sex, and I feel as if we’re making love at this moment. He’s building me up and showing me that my needs are more important than his own are. By denying himself, he’s proving he doesn’t just want me as an easy lay. True to his words—his vow—he’s making me understand his need is for more than my body.
My legs wrap around and tighten, bringing his friction against me to a fever pitch just before I tip over and come long and loud. His rocking thrusts against my soaked flesh pick up speed. The head of his dick hits my clit with so much force as he powers against me that it sparks another orgasm just on the heel of the other. I cry out, my head flying back and my chest pushing into his.
His steady movements falter as my gaze comes back to his, those eyes of his so bright and open as he tenses against me and I feel a rush of heat burst from him as he comes on my stomach.
I’ve never felt so close to someone as I do at this moment. The honest intimacy we just shared was more powerful than words could have ever expressed. He’s managed to break down every wall, insecurity, and doubt I’ve ever had in myself in such a short time; there’s no doubt in my mind that this man is worth the trust he asks of me. The way he makes me feel, only a promise of what could be, reassures me that I have the strength I need to give myself completely to him. I give him a wobbly smile, and through the blur of tears filling my eyes, I watch his handsome face transform with the knowledge that I’ve handed myself over to him.
“Thank you,” he breathes, his mouth peppering the lightest of kisses against my temples. As the tears spill over my lids, he takes my tears of acceptance on his lips before licking his tongue over them.
“For what?” I utter.
“For giving me your trust. I’m not letting you go now, Willow. I’m not making cheap promises. I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure you never doubt that.”
His lips take mine, and after a heated kiss, he lifts from my body and walks into the bathroom. I hesitate for just a second as old insecurities try to knock back in, but then I remember the way he looked at me and I settle my tense muscles to relax against the bed. When he walks back from the bathroom, towel in hand and not even attempting to cover his body from my eyes, I give in to my urge to ogle him.
Every golden, hard, and toned inch of Kane Masters.
He lets out a low chuckle as my eyes widen when I see his hard and heavy erection bob with his movements. I give him a smile—not from nerves, but to let him see I’m loving every second.
He makes quick work of cleaning himself off my stomach before tossing the towel over his shoulder. Turning off the lights and pulling back the covers, he climbs in and holds his arms out for me to move on him. After we adjust our bodies, pulling the covers over us, his arms tighten until my whole body presses against his. My head rests on his chest, and our legs tangle as we wrap ourselves together.