The tip of his tongue lightly stroked her nipple. “You want me to kiss you here? Think you deserve that?”
She writhed under him and almost came out of her skin as he dragged the rough pad of a thumb over the turgid peak. Her breast grew heavy in his hand. The one he neglected to even touch yet screamed for his attention, beyond swollen and achy.
His warm breath gusted over the aching tip. Anticipation zinged through her, warring with frustration. She needed this. Needed him. Annoyance sparked along her nerve.
“Maybe I should kiss other men,” she flung out.
He tensed over her, his muscled shoulders turning to solid rock.
“It got you here, didn’t it, Cullen?” she demanded. “Us here? Like this? Would you even be here if I hadn’t kissed that guy in front of you?”
His hand slid down her belly to cup between her legs. She pulsed against his palm, her sex clenching for him to fill her. “You don’t have to go to such lengths. If you wanted me in your bed, why didn’t you say so sooner?”
His hot, dark gaze fixed on her face as he lowered and finally claimed her nipple, drawing it in the wet warmth of his mouth as his hand slid under the waistband of her yoga pants, delving smoothly beneath her underwear to stroke along her crease.
It was sensation overload. His teeth scored her nipple, and she screamed as he plunged one finger inside her. She came apart beneath him. Bright shards of colors exploded behind her eyelids.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.”
She nodded, unintelligible words tripping from her as he worked a second finger inside. “This is where I want to be, Huntley.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
His eyes locked with hers, dark and endless, peering inside her. He hopped up from the bed. She watched as he unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down over his hips, taking his briefs with them.
Her mouth dried. He stood over her, his cock jutting out, alarming in its size.
“Oh,” she breathed.
She couldn’t even circle him with one hand. She instinctively scooted back on the bed. “I’m not sure that is going to work.”
“Oh, it’s going to work, sweetheart.” He reached for her and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, sliding them off her in one smooth motion, leaving her naked. The urge to shield herself came over her, and she closed her knees, angling her legs to the side. “You trust me?”
She did. Irrevocably. She trusted him. Cared about him. More than she should. For years now, she had harbored feelings for him. Desire, lust that she thought he could never reciprocate. But he did.
His warm hands closed over her knees, parting her legs and coming between them again. This time there was no rasp of denim against her. It was bare skin to bare skin, his callused palms an erotic scrape running along the insides of her thighs.
She was putty, ready and open for him. His fingers rubbed over her, and she was so wet her face burned with embarrassment.
His husky voice fanned her lips. “See. Your body wants this.”
He gripped that enormous cock and rubbed it along her crease. She moaned and tilted her hips, ready for him to push inside her. He dragged his plump head up to her clit and rubbed in fierce circles.
She reached between them, dying to touch him. “Let me.”
His hand drifted away and she closed her fingers around him, not surprised at his girth. She knew she would not be able to fully circle his erection in her hand.
A hissed breath escaped him. She exulted in grasping this strong, gorgeous man, controlling him as he had controlled her with his mouth and hands. She guided the tip of him to her opening, teasing him there, granting him the slightest entrance before stopping and pulling him back out.
“Enough teasing,” he growled, his hand clamping on her wrist. “I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t.” She squeezed his cock and guided him in a little bit more, the head of him almost fully lodged inside her now, just in the threshold, already stretching her more than she had ever been stretched.
“Let me get a condom—”
“I’m on the pill,” she said, her voice breathless. She had been on the pill ever since she was seventeen. Her doctor had prescribed it to help with cramps and the occasional breakouts. “Are you … okay?” She winced, hating the awkwardness of that question.
“I’m clean, but you don’t have to do this.” Sweat beaded the top of his lip, and she knew his control was slipping. “I’ve never been inside a woman before without a condom.”
And that sealed it for her. She would be his first in this. Her heart swelled. She wanted to be the first woman to ever truly feel Cullen inside her. The first to have that with him, from him. “I trust you,” she whispered.
Indecision warred on his face. She shifted her hips and tried to take more of him in. He held back, denying her.
“Don’t you want inside me, Cullen?” She reached around him to grip his ass, digging her fingernails into the firm flesh, mindless in her hunger for him, urging him to drive deep. “With nothing between us.”
He groaned and dropped his hand away from where he gripped himself. “Damn, Huntley … to know what it feels like to come inside you? To feel you milking my bare-skinned cock? Yes.”
She didn’t have time to draw air before he buried himself deep with one clean stroke.
She gasped and stiffened against the sudden invasion, her hands flying to his biceps. She was no virgin, but this definitely felt alien. She’d never felt anything like him. It was as though she was full of him, stuffed to the seams.
He dropped his head against her shoulder, his voice rumbling against her skin. “You feel so good, Huntley. Amazing.”
She inhaled a bracing breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him pulsing in her.
He looked down at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just been a while.” She inhaled and exhaled several times. “And you’re bigger than I’m used to.”
He grinned, the smile slow and sexy. “You’ll get used to it.”
He bent his head, lifting one breast and drawing the nipple deep, sucking and scoring it lightly with his teeth.
Her sex clenched, and she moaned at the sensation of his incredible hardness filling her, wedged so tight inside her channel that he felt like he was a part of her. As though there was no ending deciphering where he ended and she began. She arched her throat on a moan.
“Ah, I feel that. See? You are milking my cock.”
She tossed her head in a wild nod and worked her hips under him, willing him to move. “Yes.”
“You ready now?” He pinched her nipple between strong fingers, sending an arrow of lancing sensation right to where their bodies joined.
“Yes,” she panted.
“What? What is it you’re ready for?”
“Your cock … moving, fucking me.”
“With pleasure,” he growled, pulling out and pushing back in. Still controlled. Still steady. He kept it up, creating an even tempo of friction that had her writhing and moaning beneath him.
“What? What do you want, Huntley?”
“Harder.”
His eyes darkened. “Hell yeah,” he muttered, like it was all he was waiting for her to say.
His hands seized her hips and his pace increased. He pounded into her, the headboard rattling against the wall with his every thrust.
She shouted his name and clawed his back. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers hard and deep on her flesh.
He lifted her pelvis until her ass was up off the bed, his cock diving deep, hitting the spot that shattered her. She came, her body jerking violently. He continued to hammer into her, relentless as a machine.
“Oh, that’s beautiful. Come for me again, sweetheart.” His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass. He massaged the rounded swells as he drove in and out of her.
It wasn’t possible. She never orgasmed like this. With Jackson it had been rare and never more than one a night. This didn’t happen.