Page 9 of Facet

The waffle-weave of his Henley was coarse against my sensitive nipples as he rested on his elbows and his hips nestled between my spread legs. The evidence of his desire was hard behind his jeans and pressed against my aching clit.

“Fuck, we’re going to regret this, but I can’t fight you anymore,” he muttered as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips over my cheek to my neck. His nose nuzzled the shell of my ear, and I tilted my head to allow him more room. He wasn’t gentle after that. He was all teeth, biting and scraping, and that mouth—God, that mouth. He was sucking on my skin as if he desperately needed to mark me for all to see.

I whimpered as I writhed on his bed.

“Gods, this body,” he whispered as he traveled south until his lips wrapped around my nipple and he sucked hard before he bit down. The mix of pain and pleasure made my eyes roll as I lifted it closer, needing… more. I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him in so I could grind against him.

“Yesss,” I moaned.

With each second that ticked by, my desperation grew. I gripped the back of his shirt, tugging until it was up and over his shoulders. He released my aching nipple with a pop long enough for me to pull it over his head. Then he latched onto the other one as he lifted one arm at a time for me to finish pulling it off. After tossing it blindly to the side, I smoothed my palms over his heated skin.

The pendant he wore on a silver chain around his neck dragged over my skin as he devoured my breast, then moved lower. When he reached the dark red hair at the apex of my thighs, the charm dangled and teased over my pussy, making me gasp as the metal and stone seemed to heat.

Through it all, the same word ran on repeat through my mind.

Finally.

Need burned in me as I slid a hand between us to work at his belt. When I pushed him back, he rose to his knees over me. In the warm light of the desk lamp and the selenite tower lamp, his skin seemed to glow with a faint sheen. His eyes stared into mine as he lifted his chin and freed the leather from the buckle, then unfastened his jeans.

He moved backwards to stand up and remove them. As his teeth raked over his full lower lip, he drew the band of his boxer briefs down to free his cock. My eyes flared at the beautifully veined shaft, and my mouth watered with the need to taste it.

“Not yet,” he murmured as if he could read my mind.

When he stood there in all his god-like splendor, he wrapped a hand around his proudly jutting length and squeezed. My attention darted between his spellbinding gaze and the clear bead of liquid that appeared on the end.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked, unable to pull my attention from where his hand slowly stroked his thick shaft.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes, but, I uh, you need….” I stammered.

His chin lowered as his hand continued its steady rhythm. Then he spoke low and sure.

“I’m not using a condom with you. I want to feel my cock slide into your tight cunt. I don’t want anything separating us. I want to fuck you and fill you with my cum. Then I want to watch it leak from you so I can fill you again. If we do this, things are going to change. You. Will. Be. Mine. If that’s not okay, you better get your sweet ass up and get the fuck out of my room.” His jaw ticked as he waited for my reply.

Holy shit, why is that so damn hot?

“Do you fuck anyone else bare?” My voice was raspy, and I hated that it made me sound like I wasn’t bold and in control. It didn’t help that I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to that question.

“Never.” His tone was resolute, and he didn’t break eye contact to so much as blink.

The truth in his solid gaze confused me but also reassured me. I refused to acknowledge the significance of this admission.

I wet my lips. “Okay,” I replied, my voice hoarse with need.

A savagery darkened his face, and he prowled back onto the bed until he settled over me with the tip of his shaft entering me as if it was guided by an invisible hand. His hips pushed forward, causing his thick cock to inch its way in.

I hooked one leg over his hip, opening myself to allow him better access.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as he continued to fill me until he was stretching me to my limits. At first it was painful, and I had trouble breathing. My nails dug into the smooth skin on his back as I sucked in a sharp breath and froze. It had been so long for me that I needed a moment to adjust. As if sensing my struggle, once he was fully seated, he stilled.

“Breathe,” he instructed me, his voice hoarse from his restraint. “You need to relax so I don’t hurt you.”

I did as he instructed and tried to concentrate on deep, slow inhales, and equally slow exhales. In my mind, I imagined my muscles uncoiling one by one until I was almost languid.

Then he showed me he wasn’t all the way in.

“Fucking hell,” I hissed as I tingled head to toe. It was difficult to remember to breathe.

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