Maybe she should just pull her lips apart and slide right on him. But did she go frontward or try reverse cowgirl? Or was that just too quick? Should she kiss him some more first? All the ideas in the articles she’d read hurtled through her head in an instant.
“Stop thinking,” he said. “Stop doubting yourself.”
She froze. Her heart stopped, then sank. He knew?
He was watching her, that sinful smile quirking one corner of his mouth. But his eyes were serious. Too serious.
He flipped her so quickly and pinned her with such force all the air was pushed from her lungs. Stunned, she lay flat in the middle of his huge mattress while he lay with all his weight on her.
Every gloriously muscled ounce.
“Did you honestly think I’d let you better me for long?” he growled, his hips digging into her.
She gasped for a breath to speak and arched up, unable to suppress the need to feel him even closer. “I thought you wanted—”
“Lie still,” he said sharply. “And stop fucking thinking.”
She froze again. Damn if that didn’t set her burning. All the “what should I do” deliberations evaporated as she stared up at him, feeling him, waiting for him to say what he wanted. Excited about what he might demand. Oh yeah, the thought of being given some orders turned her on.
He looked pleased. He ran his hand up the side of her body, making her shiver yet lean into the touch like an affection-starved kitten.
“You like it when I tell you what to do,” he said.
Uh, yeah. Possibly. “Only because I have no clue.”
“No. You like it. Because you like to please. You like to please me.”
She was silent.
He raised up onto his elbows, letting his erection press harder into her.
“You’re a very soft, sweet woman.” He combed his fingers through her hair, then bent and gently brushed his lips against hers. A light kiss that soon turned blistering. Just as she was at the melting point, he lifted away. The smile was in his eyes—full of wicked intent.
“It pleases me when you do as I ask. It pleases me when you can’t help doing as I ask. Responding to me.”
She responded just to those words. Her inner muscles softened; her temperature spiked. But she needed more.
He grasped her hands and lifted her arms above her head, easily switching his grip to hold her wrists in the one hand. She arched her back, experimenting, parting her legs so she could feel his cock closer to her entrance—so hot-damn close—heard his indrawn breath as she did. She felt weirdly helpless and yet powerful. Like she was a caged animal. But she’d needed the bars to realize just what an animal she was.
For a long moment he just looked at her, that wicked smile deepening in his eyes. And all that while she grew hotter, more needy. He was so gorgeous. So strong. So close to being hers for just a few moments.
Then he moved. He kissed her neck, her mouth, her breasts. Kissed her again and again and all over, like he’d been wanting to kiss her like this forever and now he’d finally gotten the chance, he couldn’t get everywhere fast enough.
It was an all-out assault.
And all the while he was kissing her lips and face and neck and breasts, he teased her clit by rocking his hips, rubbing his cock so close, but refusing to slide inside her.
She whimpered, growing so hot, so overwhelmed so quickly. But he didn’t release her wrists, didn’t allow her to touch him with her hands.
All she could do was lie there and take it.
“Joe,” she whispered. Pleading. This wasn’t what she’d wanted.
Yet it so was.
He was magnificent. So focused, so hot.
He brushed her lips over and over with his, rocking his hips in time with the tiny kisses, until she moaned again and arched, thrusting to meet him.
“Look, the dominance thing?” he said, nipping her earlobe. “For a lot of guys it’s real. Sometimes, it’s where it’s all at. For this first time, it’s what I want.”
“You want me to just lie here?” She was stunned.
“You’re not just lying here,” he muttered between kisses down her neck. “You’re hot, wet, restless, moaning…turning me on even harder.” He bent, cupping her breast in his free hand, and drew her nipple into his mouth, pinching it with his teeth, then releasing it and licking away the brief point of pain. Slowly he palmed the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. He trailed across her thighs, lifting up enough to work his hand between them.
She bit her lip, aching for him to touch her there. So ready.
He parted her, and she felt her slickness on him and rocked, wordlessly urging him to breach her.
And he did, pushing a finger deep inside her. Groaning, she clenched hard on him. Seeking to lock him inside. Slowly he pumped.