He pulled his shirt out of his jeans. She sat up on the bed. He went too fast for her to figure out a way to slow him down.
"What if I want to stop before you can...feel?" She scooted farther back on the bed. "Not that I'm agreeing to anything painful or —"
"I don't play games." He stilled, frowning at her. "This is mutual, Bree. If anything makes you uncomfortable, it's my job to make you comfortable."
"But what if I don't want to do something?" She brought her knees to her chest. "I have to have a way to say no and trust that you'll respect me."
He growled. "Why the hell would you say no if you want to fuck me?"
Okay, he had a point, but what if he offered her something beyond her acceptance? She wrapped her arms around her legs. "We need rules."
"No rules." He planted his knee on the mattress, stretched toward her, and grabbed her ankle. "I told you how it would be between us. I don't take this lightly. You are the one who gets to see the real me, and you agreed."
Okay, she had agreed. "But, I—"
"Jesus Christ, do you want me to punish you for arguing with me or do you want me to shove my cock inside of you, making sure you come until you have no more questions left to ask?" He hovered over her. "What's it going to be?"
Oh. My. God. She nodded. "Your cock inside of me."
"Right answer." He slid her jeans down, taking her panties with him. "I've thought of nothing else but having my mouth on you for days. Don't deny me what I want."
In a state of shock, she watched his head go down between her thighs, and the wet warmth of his tongue settled between her legs. She fell back on the bed, paralyzed and quivering.
His tongue thrust inside of her...in, out, in, out. She clutched at the comforter, afraid she'd come off the mattress and scared she'd miss one touch of his amazing mouth.
Pleasure curled her toes and fingers, spreading warmth throughout her. She moaned, wanting to hold him, touch him, and knowing if she asked, she'd lose what he was doing to her.
Serge lifted his head, raining kisses on her sex. She reached for him and encountered his hair.
"Put your hands out to the sides." He moved between her legs and grabbed the hem of her shirt, wiggling it up and over her head, off her arms.
He unhooked her bra and had her upper body naked in seconds. She moved to cover her breasts, and he stopped her. His gaze heated, and she tightened her legs around his thighs as he cupped the undersides of her breasts and lowered his head to capture one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. She arched her back. As if his mouth pulled pleasure from the core of her body, she writhed underneath him, wanting more.
"Serge..."
He stopped, rising onto his knees. "You feel that?"
As if the need for an answer had torn a hole in his armor, he braced himself above her, denying her everything while he waited. She licked her lips and nodded, uncertain if he was asking something specific or just a general feel-good question.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I've always used protection." He unbuckled his belt. "You're the only person I've been with since my last clean test. I can send a copy to you tomorrow."
"I'm clean." Her heart raced.
"What do I have to do to make you comfortable enough I can go without a condom?" His gaze intensified. "If you need to see a doctor, I'll pay—"
"I take shots. I'm protected against pregnancy." She rubbed her lips together. "I've also never had unprotected sex."
"Good." He undid his zipper. "I like knowing there's nothing between us."
His engorged cock stood ready and waiting. Her knees fell open, and he braced himself on his arms. She arched against him. With more patience than she had, he teased her opening and slowly slid into her. A sigh of relief came out of her mouth, and her pussy convulsed around him, taking his size.
"Brace yourself on my arms." He held himself deep inside of her. "Eyes on me. Do not take them off me."
She followed his directions, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms hooked around his forearms. Then he proceeded to stroke her from the inside in almost unbearable torture, drawing out every feeling of emptiness into something so special that tears filled her eyes. Not once had he retreated from her body, but built her up until she gasped, the air stolen from her lungs.
Connected and taken care of, she moved her hips in time. With all her nerves extra sensitive, her pussy convulsed, and she strained for release. Serge dropped to his elbows and kissed her neck. "Not yet."
