I moved back from her long enough to peel off my shirt just to get her skin-to-skin with me. She took off her tank top, pressed her chest to mine, her soft stomach against mine, her hard nipples rubbing sensuously against my chest. They were almost sharp, and I wanted to devour one, but she needed reassurance, comfort, a romantic kiss, not my greedy mouth on her gorgeous little tits.
I ran my hands up her sides, stroking the curve under her breasts with my thumbs. I dipped my face to hers and our lips met. The soft sweetness, the tender cling of her lipsran through me like fire. It was so delicate, so restrained that it drove me wild. It was all I could do to keep kissing her like that, to touch my tongue to hers and slide my hands up her naked back like a man making love and not a starving man at a feast.
She moved against me rhythmically, the same way my tongue was stroking the roof of her mouth, soft and sinuous, like the sexiest dance. I loved the wet strands of her hair brushing my fingers as my hands gripped her back, loved the way her hands were on my face, as if she couldn’t bear the thought of my moving away from her mouth.
“I want you bare,” I said. “Nothing between us. I’ve never had a woman that way, and I want it to be you. I want you to feel how deep I am inside you skin on skin.”
“Yes,” she said into my mouth, almost a whimper. “I can’t stand it, Rafe. I need that.”
Lexi was trembling under my hands. If I moved away from her, I knew she’d collapse onto the mattress because the only thing holding her up was me. I cupped her head in my palm and wrapped my other arm around her waist, taking her down, lowering her onto the bed. She was spread bare for me, and I wanted her every way imaginable in that moment. I could see her sex, plump and glistening with wetness between her creamy thighs, her curls damp from the flood of moisture her arousal had let loose. I wanted to lick it all up, wanted to curl my fingers inside her until she creamed all over my hand. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her face down on the bed and make her sob with pleasure as I filled her with my aching cock. I wanted to sit her in my lap and pump her up and down on my dick until she fell apart and admitted that my dick was the best she’d ever had. No matter what I said about not being jealous of Leo, in the heat of the moment, I wanted to make her all mine. Takingher bare would be a mark on her sure as a tattoo, and he might make her come but she’d never be his, some primal caveman voice in my brain insisted.
Most of all, I was proud that I was the first man to love her. I knew Leo was falling for her, that he’d say it, too, and she’d love him soon if she didn’t already. Now this was just the two of us. If I felt more possessive toward Lexi than I ever had in my life, I had a chance to show her that.
She didn’t just lie there like some centerfold, like a doll I had posed so I could look at her. Lexi sat up, kissed my cheek and my lips, leaned her forehead against mine. It made me shake all over, just her hand so tender on my face, her thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.
“I’m cold,” she said softly, “please.”
I could’ve pulled a blanket over her. I could have done that, but I knew what she meant, the kind of cold that loneliness makes you, the kind where you feel like you’ll never get warm again. So I took her in my arms and lay down beside her, our legs tangling up together in a way that was somehow sweet and hot at the same time.
“I want you to be ready. I won’t rush you,” I told her. I needed her to know she was safe with me, that I’d always keep her safe, even if it meant protecting her from the wild lust coursing through me.
“I know,” she said. “But I think I’m ready. Didn’t I feel ready to you?”
I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her chin. “God, yes. But you’re too much. There’s no way a woman can be that wet after so little.”
“You kissing me and touching me isn’t so little. It’s amazing. Do you realize how it feels when you just stroke my neck like that? It’s crazy, but I feel it all the way down my body, see,” she trailed her fingers lightly down the sideof my neck and my cock clenched and jerked in response. She smiled wickedly at me.
I tried to unbutton my jeans, but hand to God, I was shaking too hard. She pushed my fingers aside and unfastened the pants herself, pushed them down. We were naked together on the bed. I felt the strangest mix of thrilled and terrified. This was Lexi. This mattered. If this ended up being a mistake, I was risking someone precious to me. If it was as good as I thought it would be, neither of us would live through it. I actually wondered if I could survive making love to Lexi after wanting her so fiercely. I’d never been this aroused, this painfully hard before. I worried that I would be too much for her, that no matter how she tried, she’d never be able to stretch to accommodate me. I’d had girls before panic when they saw it, freak out and say it would never fit. I wanted to get Lexi as wet as possible. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wouldn’t risk that.
I kneaded her ass, her back as I kissed her neck. I tried to slide my hand to her breast, to flick that tiny, diamond hard nipple, but she caught my hand.
“Rafe, please. I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t give it to me already. Stop playing around. I need you.”
“I want to make sure,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“If you’re hurting me, I’ll tell you,” she said, sounding exasperated. I kissed her chin and her bottom lip.
“Don’t be scared, I’m right here,” I told her.
“I think I should be saying that to you. Trust me, Rafe. I want you. If going bare makes you nervous, you don’t have to.”
“It’s not that. I’m having trouble holding it together here. I don’t want to take you too roughly.”
“Come here,” she said, “you’re always saying that to me, and I always listen. Even when I’m sure I don’t deserve it, Ibelieve you. So come here, Rafe, come here and let me feel you inside me.”
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Then I shoved my boxers down and ran the slick head of my cock between her thighs. I just moved around, tracing her slit and her folds, bumping the tender head of my dick against her clit. She shuddered, her mouth dropped open, her hand trying to cover mine, trying to grip my cock. I shook my head, “Let me,” I said.
She held my shoulders, her body still and yielding as I pressed in, just at the rim of her sex. The head of my cock flared with the contact, at the feel of her damp, hot pussy consuming it.
“Talk to me,” she whispered, gathering me close. I teased her, every fold, every curve, every sensitive spot, I found. I was jerking hard, unable to hold back. I thrust into her about halfway. She was so tight, so small around me that I stopped, dragging in a breath.
“More,” she whispered.
“What?’
“I want more of you. All of you,” she said. “Rafe, you’re my man. The one who saved me. Don’t hold back now.”
Her words released me from the tight hold I’d had on myself. I plunged into her, going balls-deep, filling her to the hilt. She cried out ‘yes’ again and again, her arms around me. I had her pressed on her back into the mattress, her legs around me, her arms holding me tightly against her.
