Page 182 of Small Town Firsts
Too bad he was so goddamn tall. And the endless flexing muscles of his shoulders and thighs were deceptively heavy.
A perfect kind of heavy.
One I could become addicted to.
No. Don’t go there, girl.
I sifted my fingers through his sweaty hair and gave him a long lazy kiss. He groaned against my lips and his hips shifted. God, yes. Finally.
“I need you inside me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s not like you have a damn python in your pants.” I stroked my fingers down the intricate tattoo along his left arm. I rarely got to see it since he was almost always dressed for business, but the white snow leopard was stunning. Using his skin tone and a deft hand, the artist had created a stunning animal that climbed up his arm and over part of his shoulder. I leaned over and licked the muscles that twitched and flowed under the art.
The cat’s blue eyes were sharp and assessing, and the claws and jaw were in mid-attack. Just like him. Sleek and panther-like, with a bite that could surprise you when you weren’t paying attention.
He finally lowered his boxer briefs and butted the head of his cock along my pussy. He leaned down and tugged at my lower lip. “Someday I want to watch these full lips widen around me. Take me deep.”
I swallowed a shuddering breath. I wanted that too. I wanted everything.
He reached for the bedside table and a black wrapper sitting on the corner.
My eyebrows shot up. Everyone, even a virgin, knew what a black labeled condom meant. He slid the length of his cock along the outside of my lips until the flared head rested right above my slit.
Good grief, he wasn’t being boastful with the Magnum condom.
I was a dead woman.
He leaned back until he was kneeling between my legs and I was suddenly worried that maybe I really wasn’t ready for this. As he rolled the condom over his length, the almost angry hue of his cock made me wonder just how on edge he really was.
I looked a little closer at his face. Because, seriously, I needed to not look at that monster between his damn legs. Sweet merciful heaven. There was a tension around his eyes and his lips were pinched. He’d been giving me the royal treatment to make sure this night was amazing for me.
Now I’d have to figure out how to give some of that back.
I reached up to cover his hand at the base of his cock and pulled him back down over me. The tension I’d been trying to avoid suddenly didn’t seem so overwhelming. I guided him between my legs and he slowly slid inside. My body was never going to be ready for him, not to this level.
Not until he stretched me and made me his.
He paused and blew out a slow breath. I reached around him and gripped his ass to pull him deeper.
“Ally—” But he groaned and his head tipped back. His neck rippled with each swallow and the tendons raised in reaction.
I let out my own slow breath as I took him deeper, stretching, opening. But then he was just mine.
Just everything.
I wrapped myself around him and my hips lifted to meet him as he slowly withdrew and pushed forward. “God,” he muttered against my neck.
I tightened my grip around his shoulders and my legs around his hips until we were moving as one. I wanted more. I wanted it harder. Some part of me was craving the stretch, but he kept each stroke measured.
He reached between us and suddenly, with a few flicks of his talented fingers, he tripped me back into the whirling pleasure. He’d truly primed me for this moment. He pumped inside of mea few more times, his rough movements just what I needed, and I cried out.
I wasn’t ready to be done. But the orgasm slammed into me just the same, and the chain reaction seemed to pull him under too.
My name was a prayer on his tongue as he kissed me through the end of his release. I encircled his shoulders and held on as he shook over me, and there was an overwhelming sense of peace that flowed through his muscles.
He rolled off me and disposed of the condom with tissues from the bedside table. His eyes were so heavy, I wasn’t sure he was actually still awake.
