“Shh, it’s okay. Flip over.”
She was careful to hold her shirt down as she rolled over. She really wanted to make love watching the expression on his face when he came, but she couldn’t risk him seeing her scars. This position seemed more personal. Whether this was personal for him or not, it was for her. That had to be enough. She could pretend he cared, just for this morning. She could pretend someone did.
He slid his jeans down his strong legs and pulled his feet free. Lean muscle stretched over his chest and torso. Twin strips of muscle flanked either side of his waist, creating that sacred V that all women coveted but rarely got to see up close. “You’re so beautiful,” she said like a dumbfounded school girl.
His smile beamed. “What?”
He’d heard her. She may have said it in a quiet voice, but the smug bastard heard her loud and clear. “You’re beautiful.”
“Huh? I don’t think I heard you. Can you repeat that?”
His teasing words were such a contrast to the serious stroking going on along his cock. He was so hard, long, and thick.
“Please, Sean, I need you.”
“You need this?” He jutted his hips forward, holding on to the wide base of his cock.
Her pussy was leaking all over the sheets. For the sake of all things holy, she needed his perfect cock, but she needed something else more. “C-Cover me, with your body. You can have my pussy if you promise to cover me. P-Please, Sean, cover me up.”
He seemed to wobble on his feet. The sexy smirk fell off his lips. The hooded expression of his gaze widened. Had she said something wrong?
“God, Abigail.”
“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong? I-I haven’t done this in a long time.” Her belly did a flip-flop, and she tried to reach for the blanket. “I’m supposed to say something sexy, right? Okay, please don’t go. Hold on.” She fumbled for the edge of the comforter. “Okay, I’m so hot for you. It’s really true. I hear the performers say that, but I really do mean it.”
Was he smiling at her? She stopped fidgeting long enough to look up at him towering over her. Even through his laughter, his boner stood proud. With each drawn-out breath, it bobbed up and down. “Abigail, you crack me up. I love your honesty. Most women would just ooh and ahh and pretend.” He crawled up onto the bed, making her feel like she was being encased in a fleshy cocoon. “Don’t ever pretend with me.” He held the bulk of his weight on his forearms. “Always tell me what you need, and I’ll always tell you what I need.”
“Um, o-okay. So…so what do you need?”
He lowered himself down, just a bit. The slight pressure of his hot flesh radiated through her top. “See me, Abigail.”
She looked into his eyes.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
Why would he think that would hurt? “No, feels good. More?”
Again, he lowered. The veins in his forearms stood out. Not from his weight, just because he was built like that. “How about that?”
Now the firm column of his cock was nestled at the apex of her sex. The bare skin tingled. Thank God she’d shaved before going to the bar. His cock was warm and silky, sliding easily, leaking precum to ease its way. He gently rocked against her mound.
“Wait, I don’t have a condom,” he said as he pulled away from her.
She grabbed his hips to pull him back. “It’s okay. I know you’re clean, and I’m clean too. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. I’m on the pill. Please, Sean, don’t pull away.”
He leaned his hips back into place. “I really want this. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said and lifted her hips to rub her pussy along his long shaft. “Ah, mmmm…more,” she purred.
“Tell me if I hurt you. I’m heavy.” He shifted his thigh on the bed and pressed farther against her body. He was covering her, giving her what she’d asked for, what she desperately needed. “Move your hands, baby. I won’t touch your shirt, I promise. I don’t want to crush your hands.”
He lifted up just enough so she could move her hands. What was she supposed to do with them now? She tucked them against her chest and tried to take a deep breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Huh? No…no, please don’t stop.”
“Good, because you feel amazing. You’re so soft, baby. My dick can’t wait to slide into you. Give me your mouth.”
His demand was just what she needed. The tension in her body melted against the mattress. He’d promised not to lift her shirt. She could take everything he was going to give. She did as he asked and tipped her chin up to him in offering.