I focus on tasting each bit of her; from circling her clit deliberately slow, to kissing the folds, down to testing her with the tip of my tongue. Each different touch elicits a different sound from her, has her panting breaths filling the air.
When I’ve tasted everything, I flatten my tongue to have all of her at once. Fuck, she’s delicious. Better than anything I’ve had before.
Until now, I’d been a starved man, and I never knew it.
Now, though, I have what’s mine. And she sates every part of me.
“Calder…” Her body bows off the bed, legs trembling as I give her clit more attention. “I think I’m coming.”
I move my fingers to her entrance and push inside her with my middle finger. Immediately, she clenches tight around me, her walls pulsating. I curl my finger inside her, keeping my pumps slow, sucking and toying with her clit until I feel her entire body lock up.
Imogen cries out softly as the rush of her release coats my hand and mouth. Her thighs tremble around my head, almost locking me in position. Only when she comes down from her orgasm do I stop my ministrations. Imogen is breathing hard, her chest, neck, and face flushed with desire.
When I finally lift my head from between her thighs, I smile. “Such a good girl,” I praise, keeping my finger inside her. “Such a good little listener.”
Imogen huffs, fluttering around my finger. Her hips buck, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You want more, trouble?” I sit up and palm my crotch, cock still hard—probably weeping—in my jeans.
Her eyes shine as they dart to my dick before meeting mine. “Yes,” she replies, clenching around my finger. “I want to feel you inside me. All of you.”
I swallow hard, but I don’t hesitate. I finally pull myself free of her and shuck off my jeans and shirt, until I’m just as naked as she is. The burn of her gaze only spurs me on. Hovering above her, I steal a kiss before guiding myself to her entrance.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I murmur, cringing. “But I know I don’t have anything.”
Imogen releases a shaky breath. “I’m on birth control,” she whispers. “And I got tested by my OB before coming here.”
I push the tip inside her, eyeing her carefully. Her hands move to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
“If it hurts, we’ll stop,” I tell her.
“I don’t want you to stop.” Her eyes flash with determination, with lust. “I just want you to fuck me.”
EIGHT
IMOGEN
Idon’t know what’s wrong with me. But I keep my eyes locked on Calder as his cock inches inside me. For a moment, the bravado of telling him to fuck me disappears. I expect a pinch of pain, but instead, there’s a fiery burn as his cock—which is much bigger than I expected—attempts to tear me apart.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, which doesn’t stop me from whimpering. Calder hesitates for a moment, which gives me a chance to adjust to his size.
The last thing I want to do is stroke his ego, but I shift beneath him as I say, “You’re a lot…bigger than I imagined.”
A smirk twists his lips, but concern darkens his eyes. “This doesn’t have to go any further, trouble. We can stop now.”
I shake my head, relaxing a bit as the pain fades. “No,” I reply. “I want to keep going. I want to feel it all.”
Something else darkens his eyes, but he doesn’t push back against my words. Instead, he pulls out of me before starting a rhythm of slow, short strokes, like he’s working me open, preparing me for the full size of him. Even I can admit that it’s working. With each stroke, he enters more of me, until all I feel is him.
Calder moves his hand between us and toys with my clit. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his thrusts long and hard. That familiar flutter in my belly happens again, signalling my next orgasm. “You’re doing so well, trouble. Such a good girl. You’ve taken all of me now.”
Dammit, he feels good. The pain is gone, leaving me with a burning pleasure that washes away everything from the last day.
Calder’s hips slam against mine, each thrust dragging me closer and closer to my finish. The fingers playing with my clit are like a musician, strumming an instrument they know too well. Somehow, this man knows how to work me, knows how to get me to the end, and I don’t even understand how.
My second orgasm crashes into me, harder than the first. I bite down on a cry when even Calder grunts, his thrusts coming to a sudden halt. I feel a different kind of warmth fill me as he slows his pace, until there’s nothing but our harsh breaths in the quiet room.
Calder’s features soften as he kisses the corner of my lips. It’s far gentler than any of the other kisses he’s stolen. And somehow, it makes my heart clench in a way that isn’t familiar to me.
