The loud clatter of his belt as it hit the wood floor was startling. Brian inched back and reached beneath my dress, hooking his fingers on my panties and pulling them down. I tensed up out of habit. He paused with my underwear around my thighs.
“I’m not taking my pants off yet,” he said slowly, tilting his head to the side as he studied me. “Just relax, Mallory.”
“I’m sorry,” I blew out in a long breath. “I’m just… nervous. More nervous than I thought I’d be.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” I said a little louder than intended.
Brian didn’t look comforted by the panicked look on my face, so I wrapped my arms and legs around him as best as I could and pulled him down before he had a chance to detangle himself. Relief washed over me that he couldn’t leave for a moment, but the nagging bit of fear spiked when I heard his groan and felt his hard length pressing against my thigh.
I was about to have sex. This was really happening.
Instead of being nervous, a hot flush of desire spread through my body, making me squirm with anticipation. For whatever reason, I realized I wasn’t scared.
I was ready.
“Keep going,” I said confidently.
When he smiled down at me, I felt myself smiling back. Brian propped himself up on one arm and tilted himself slightly off my body and I found myself missing the heat almost immediately.
Then his warm fingers touched my knee and traveled upward. His hand flattened out as he went north until he was cupping my inner thigh with his palm. He gave me a look that seemed like he was asking permission and I nodded.
His hand slipped under my dress and went right for my core. I gasped as he explored the area with a single finger, sliding it up and down my folds.
Brian hissed. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
The tip of his finger circled around my clitoris and I sucked in a sharp breath, unable to respond. All I could do was buck my hips in a desperate search for more friction.
Brian liked the reaction. A low chuckle came out as he repeated the movement and buried his face against my neck.
“Grind against my hand. Show me what you need,” he whispered into my ear.
His finger tensed up and I tried to rotate my hips in circles to rub myself against him, but it just wasn’t enough. I whimpered with need but it didn’t make him move. I tried moaning his name. I tried begging for more.
When I was a broken mess and nearly sobbing from frustration, I bucked my hips twice. The first jostled us both—the second caused his finger to slip down enough to barely penetrate my entrance.
Brian went wild.
He slid two fingers into me and groaned, leaning over just enough to grind his erection against my hip. My internal muscles clenched involuntarily and I heard him exhale a shaky breath.
“I’m going to make you come now,” his gravelly voice said. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”
Though it was stated as fact, I could still hear the lingering note in his voice as he asked for permission. I nodded as best as I could and whispered, “Do it.”
My head fell back against the pillow when his fingers went back to my clit and started roughly circling the bundle of nerves. The way I writhed and bucked under the onslaught made him growl and before I could even register what was happening, he was rolling back between my legs and using his strength to pin my hips down.
It only took a moment before I was digging my nails into his shoulders and calling his name. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, harder than any of the ones I had ever given myself. I slammed my eyes shut as I rode out the waves, white lights flashing behind my lids as jolts of pleasure shot through my entire body.
Somewhere during the climax that seemed to last forever, I heard his revenant voice whisper, “Beautiful.”
When I came back to earth, I realized he was gently lifting me up and tugging down the zipper to my dress. He laid me back to the bed and soothed the straps down, shifting it little by little until he had pulled it all the way down my hips and off.
“So fucking sexy,” he growled as he crawled up my body, his eyes focused on my breasts as his hands followed.
He cupped one in his hand while his mouth went to the other and sucked the stiff peak between his lips. I instinctively arched my back, moaning when I felt his teeth gently bite down at the same time as his fingers pinched the other. He switched sides once he had his fill, giving equal attention to both nipples.
Brian didn’t stop until I was once again a writhing mess of need. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if he was just that caught up on my chest, but I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I snaked between our bodies, hesitating for a split second before I reached down and grasped his cock through his pants.