Yeah, I wanted to be deep in her, so deep there wasn’t a place I wasn’t touching; there was no doubt she was mine.
I got on the bed, looked down at her delicate-looking foot with the red painted toenails, and told myself to go slow. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be too intense and raw—although that was true too because I was so far gone for her—but more because I could get off without even being in her.
“I need to get you naked,” I said, and no sooner was that last word out than Meghan was taking off her clothes. I was frozen as I watched her creamy smooth skin being revealed, loved the fact she was bra- and even panty-less.
Then she was naked, ready, willing, and all mine.
No matter how much I wanted this to last, I knew there was no way I could stretch this out. I was just too far-gone for her. I let my gaze travel over her legs, stopped for a second to stare at her pussy, which was covered in a thatch of trimmed dark hair, and kept lifting my eyes over her belly, big breasts tipped with pink nipples, and finally stopped at her mouth.
I groaned as she ran her tongue along the bottom swell. I lowered myself to her mouth and ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She made this sweet, sexy little mewl, and I added pressure, kissing her fiercely.
“I need you,” she said against my mouth, and I groaned. Pulling back and looking at her face, my fucking control snapped. “I’m barely hanging on as it is, Brendan.”
“Fuck.” Desperation was clear on her expression, and I didn’t want to make her wait. I didn’t want to wait either. “I want to make this special, go slow, be romantic—”
“I didn’t ask for slow or romantic. I want it exactly the way you want to give it to me.”
Christ.
“I could devour you until nothing is left, baby.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
“I want that,” she said with this thick voice laced with her pleasure. “I don’t want to stop once this starts, but can we start?”
I grinned. She was demanding, and fuck, did it feel good knowing she wanted me this way. But the reality of the situation also hit me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I just want you. Be with me.”
My throat tightened after she spoke.
“What if I can only give you raw and hard? What if I can’t control myself enough to be gentle, Meghan?”
“I just want you.”
Well fuck, seemed like the woman I loved wasn’t as innocent as I thought.
Thank. Fucking. God. I didn’t think I could do easy right now, not when the woman of my fantasies was laying naked under me.
9
Meghan
This is really happening.
Every part of me felt like it was moving between hot and cold, frigid and blistering. I couldn’t deny the way he looked at me was like a man possessed, like he was so obsessed with me he couldn’t even control himself. Maybe that should have scared me, but the truth was I found it hot, so damn scorching I couldn’t think straight.
I’d been saving myself not because I thought I’d ever have a chance with Brendan, but because I loved him so much no other man did it for me.
And to know he loved me too…God, I felt like I was living someone else’s life. I was nervous, yes, but I wanted Brendan the way he wanted to take me. I knew that would be fast, hard, unforgiving, but it was all because he loved me and couldn’t control himself. Hell, I felt the same way.
“I want you,” I said, lifting my hands and running them up his arms. “I want you just as naked as I am.”
He made this low sound deep within his chest. His entire body was so big, so tight, as if he were trying to appear like this wasn’t affecting him the way it really was.
The same way it was affecting me.
I watched as his pupils dilated, and as the seconds passed, our breathing increased, and his body seemed to get tighter, I knew this was going to be insanely passionate.
Then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. He kissed me for long seconds, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear. He shifted on top of me slightly, and I felt his hard cock digging right over my pussy.
“I need you naked, Brendan,” I gasped out.
He started pressing his jean-clad erection against my pussy, and I felt how big he was, how thick and long.
I was wet, obscenely so.
He pulled away to take off his t-shirt and toss it aside. I looked at his hard, smooth chest. He was defined in all the right places—so masculine it was hard not to feel so very feminine with him.
“You want me to touch you, make you feel good?” God, his voice was so husky, so deep.