“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, standing straight. Through the dim glow of the candlelight, I see the contrast of every rippling muscle on his stomach. Absent-mindedly I lick my lips. “After today,” he continues when I don’t speak. My eyes find his face, and his amused smile morphs into concern. “It has to be perfect.” He crosses to me in a few large strides.
Taking my face in his hands, he says, “It’s the first time. More importantly, I want it to be my last first. Our last first.”
Smith is so close I can taste his breaths and smell his skin. “I’m okay,” I reassure him. Placing a kiss on his chest, right over his heart, I tilt my head up to look at his face. “I want this. You mean everything to me. I’m okay when you’re with me.” With his soulful eyes wandering over every inch of my face, I gather what confidence I need and drop the silk robe. The light fabric flutters to the ground around my feet. ”Do you like?” I ask, backing away slowly so his view is unobstructed. His chest rises and falls at a more hurried pace, and he doesn’t have to answer me.
With one hand bent behind his head, he reaches down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. “I want you badly,” he says. “You look amazing. Beautiful.”
“Right here?” I ask. Turning in a slow circle so he canappreciate the shards of lace from every angle, I move my feet slowly and let my body sway seductively. “This is where you want me first, right?”
While my back was turned, Smith stealthily closed the space between us. My back against his front, he leans down, moves my hair out of the way, and kisses my neck. “You have no idea what this means to me,” he whispers in my ear.
“Show me,” I reply. Pressing my bottom back and against him, I feel his erection. “Show me now because this means everything to me, and I want it so badly I’m not sure I can take another second of not having it.” I spin to face him and let my hands find the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs. In a quick movement, I pull them and follow them down to the floor until I’m kneeling in front of him.
Peeking up, I see his look of awe and utter lust as I take him into my mouth slowly. I let my tongue wind around the tip briefly before I slide him into my mouth as far as my gag reflex will allow. Smith moans, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. I stroke his thick shaft and lick his balls until I find just the right tempo. His legs are shaking, and wetness floods my core in response.
“That feels too good, Care. Enough. Enough,” Smith says, trying to still my head with his hands. “Slow,” he chides, stepping out of his tangled pants.
“I’m too worked up to slow down now,” I pant. Standing, I wrap my hands around his waist as he pushesme back to the center of the room. He kisses my cheek, my forehead, and then my lips. The wet sounds of our mouths and our breaths are the only sounds to be heard. Smith slips his pointer fingers under my bra straps by my collarbone and eases them down until my breasts spring free.
He licks his lips. “We shouldn’t slow down then,” he says. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Taking one breast into his mouth, he pauses before going to the other. “So goddamn beautiful. I can’t help myself, Care. I want to devour you. Keep you here forever.” I stroke his hair and close my eyes, oblivious to anything except what’s right here and now.
My mind clears completely for all that isn’t Smith Eppington. His muscles are coiled and hard, and his eyes are truly only for me. First, he tosses down a faux fur throw blanket from the sofa, and then, bending over, he easily takes my body weight in his arms and lowers us onto the floor. He never stops kissing me. It’s the delirious feeling of floating and falling and consuming him right back. He breaks away briefly and remarks how my panties are his favorite color as he slides them down my legs. I don’t tell him that’s why I chose them. I smile and tell him something more true. “I love you. You know that, right?”
I’m completely naked, and my words give him pause. The soft glow of the candles and the moonlight infiltrating our safe place transform this moment intosomething magical. “I think I do know that,” Smith replies. “I’ve never heard words that made me happier. Or frankly, more turned-on.” His cock pulses up in protest. “You have no idea how you affect me. How you’ve always affected me.”
Smith doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He bends his head down and kisses me between my legs with his tongue. He licks me deep and slides a finger in at the same time. He’s just as turned on by it as I am. His breaths come fast, and my own hands become frantic. Pulling him closer, writhing under the strong weight of his hands pressing me down. Breaths turn into panting and then into moans. He’s a quick study—knows exactly what gets me off. Tonight I want something more than his magical tongue and fingers.
“I want you inside me, Smith,” I beg. With the sides of his face in my hands, he raises his gaze to look at me. “Inside me.”
“That’s an order I can’t ignore,” Smith says, sitting up. He scoots over to sit on the blanket and takes me with him. I walk on my knees to straddle his legs and lean forward to kiss his lips—taste my wetness. “How’s that taste?” he asks.
“Like I’m ready,” I reply. I kiss him again and glide my lips down the side of his neck—the bad side—and trail soft kisses across his wide shoulder and back again. His dick is beneath me, warm and hard as steel, flexing and throbbing. “Are you ready?”
He doesn’t reply with words. Smith reaches betweenour bodies to position himself, and with his free hand, pushes my ass down. I cry out. It’s pleasure. It’s pain. It’s unlike anything else in this world. A small groan escapes his lips and into my mouth. “Did I hurt you?” he whispers.
I lean back to look at him and slide up a touch. “You could never hurt me,” I reply. Then I lower myself back down onto his slick cock. It fills me so fully that I don’t want for anything else in this moment. I ride him several more times, connected, melting into blissful oblivion while watching the forever memory dance in his hooded eyes. He works my clit with his thumb, a gentle assault compared to the girth of his member splitting me in two.
I throw my head back and relish all of my senses. The sweet smell of the floral candles burns through the air, as do the crickets chirping outside the window, Smith’s lips dragging down my throat as he makes the sweetest of love to me. His body is hard, but his heart is so soft—so ready to love freely without reserve.
“I’m going to come. Where?” he grinds out in between clenched teeth. “Where?” he asks again.
We spoke about the fact that I’m on birth control already. “Inside me. I’m coming. Inside me,” I say. It’s jumbled because my thighs are tingling and my whole body is about to fire into the atmosphere, but I’m sure he’s understood. With both hands on my ass, he brings me up and down at the speed that he desires. It’s punishing and erotic. I slump over his shoulder and hughim around his neck as I come around him. It’s fast and slow at the same time. The waves of pleasure are so severe that I see stars, my whole body overwhelmed with the satisfaction of release.
Smith brushes several strands of hair away from my face as I continue to slide up and down on top of him. “I need to see your face,” he says, holding my cheek lightly.
“I’m here,” I say.
He licks his lips a moment before his mouth crashes into mine. He kisses me with his eyes open for a second or two, and then, with his gaze locked with mine and his hands still on my face, he comes. His eyes flutter closed briefly as he unloads several hot bursts deep inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist and clutch him as tightly and as closely as I can.
I think from this position we can’t be closer. Him inside me, his heart beating against my chest, his chin folded over my shoulder. His breaths falling down my back. It’s all so personal, so vehemently different from what I’m used to. Regardless if this was the right choice—he and I—I now realize this was my only choice.
“Is it wrong that I already want a second time? And a third after that?” Smith asks. I feel the rumble of his spoken words in his chest as he speaks them.
I press a kiss to his shoulder. “You’re still inside me. I don’t think we can count this one over yet,” I reply.
He lets his palm graze down the center of my back until he finds my ass. Then, he lifts me up. Almost to thepoint where his cock leaves my body, but not quite. When I don’t think I can take another second, he lets me fall back down, taking him all the way in, filling me completely.
I moan, the noise echoing loudly in the room. He hisses out a long breath. “You’re still hard,” I rasp. I run my teeth down the edge of his ear and let my tongue glide along the rim.
