He watched her carefully. “You're ready to take me inside of you?”
Her hips pulsed eagerly as he slid his slick, gleaming finger in and out of her. Another mute nod, and he was satisfied.
He grabbed one of the condoms he had scattered across the dresser and ripped it open. He rolled it swiftly onto himself, lifting her legs and draping them over his elbows. The low dresser was the perfect height for him to spread her out and take the plunge.
She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes glowing with tremulous hope, her soft white thighs spread out in trusting surrender. Wide open, defenseless. The look on her face made him want to cradle the delicate curve of her cheek in his hand, to touch her tenderly, reverently.
Not good. This was not what he had signed up for. It was wacked, it was crazy, and it was making his gut ache with something that felt remarkably similar to fear.
Seth pushed the feeling savagely aside, concentrating on the lust that clawed and maddened him. He positioned the blunt tip of his cock inside her, nudging it into the tender folds until it was firmly lodged. He pushed, expecting to glide into her with one slick, seamless thrust.
It didn't happen. She was incredibly tight, the tiny muscles tense and rigid, resisting him. He pushed harder, sweat dropping into his eyes, and she made a sharp, choked sound, gripping his shoulders.
None of this was going as he had anticipated. He should have been already caught up in a storm of sexual oblivion, slamming himself into the slick, eager depths of this beautiful woman, lost in the driving rhythms of wild, untrammeled, mindless sex.
Instead, he was standing stock still, teeth clenched, in an agony of reluctance to hurt her.
She sensed his frustration, and tugged at his shoulders with a tiny wince, enveloping a little more of him. The clinging caress of her body threatened his control, and he grabbed her hips and held them still. A shaky, uncertain smile curved her mouth, sending a surge of unwelcome, unwanted emotion rocketing through him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I need a little more time before we, um ... do that.”
He withdrew and took himself in hand, gently caressing up and down the length of her cleft with the tip of his cock, long, soft, licking strokes that made her shudder and gasp. “You're very tense,” he said.
A ripple of nervous laughter vibrated through her. “Maybe it’s you who’s very big.”
He grunted derisively. For God's sake, he wasn't that big. His cock was good-sized, yes; certainly nothing to complain about, but it was not immense. He pulled her off the dresser and onto her feet. She stumbled, steadying herself against his chest, and looked at him with huge, questioning eyes.
“Go lie down,” he snapped.
She hesitated, looking nervous and uncertain. He gestured impatiently towards the bed.
She started to say something, but the look on his face evidently changed her mind. She bit her lip and silently did as she was told.
He stared at the tangled blond hair rippling down her back, the swell of her perfect ass as she bent to pull down the coverlet. She was so docile, so unsure of herself. So different than what he had expected. It was making him angry, restless and disoriented. This was supposed to be all about sex. Pure, naked, steaming sex.
She gave him a timid, questioning look.
“Lie down,” he repeated, wondering if she was ever going to take the initiative. She acted like she had no idea what to do with him.
Raine reclined on the bed and lay there like a sacrificial offering, her eyes wide and apprehensive.
Whatever. Fine. He liked being on top. It was his nature to run things, in bed and out. Probably she sensed this and behaved accordingly, like a good little courtesan. He shoved away the stab of anger that went with that fleeting thought, just in time.
Live the fantasy, he reminded himself. Keep it together.
She lifted her hair behind herself, spreading it out in a bright, glinting fan across the pillow, and then held out her arms to him with a shy smile.
His whole body reacted, and he didn't even remember moving. He just found himself straddling her, his heart thudding, staring down into that sweet, radiant smile, feeling famished and desperate.
Seth shoved her legs apart, trapping her beneath him instinctively, as if afraid she would try to escape. But she didn't struggle, just sighed and wiggled softly beneath him, wrapping her slender arms around his shoulders with a murmur of pleasure, as if seeking his warmth.
He pressed the burning length of his cock against her soft belly, buried his fingers in her satiny gold hair and kissed her, a starving, ravenous kiss. He wanted to devour that bright, welcoming sweetness. He wanted it all for himself. He wanted to claim it, to own it.
She twined her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his back. Her mouth was sweet and yielding beneath his. Her eager tongue ventured shyly into his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair and her slim, petal-soft body arched beneath him, silently begging him to finish what he had started. But she had already miscalculated once, and he knew himself well enough to know that once he was inside of her, he wasn't going to be able to stop, no matter what she said or did.
It was better to be sure, even if it killed him.
Raine clutched his hair and moaned as he slid down the length of her satiny body. He folded her legs up and rubbed his rough cheek against the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs, savoring the hot smell of her sex. He loved the shocked cry of pleasure she made as he drew the swollen bud of her clit into his mouth.
Her taste drove him out of his head, the rich, earthy sweetness of her juices, the silken perfection of her secret flesh. She writhed under the slow, loving lash of his skillful tongue, her hips bucking in his grip. He held her ruthlessly still, licking and lapping at her, following the flow of energy that rose in her trembling body, pushing and coaxing. Slow and patient and relentless.
He nudged her over the top and sent her flying. He drank in her pleasure, the wailing cry, the convulsions that pulsed, wet and hot and uncontrollable, rippling through her slender body. He felt exultant, triumphant He lifted his head, wiped his mouth and studied her. Eyes closed, panting, her body wild-rose pink and damp with sweat, still trembling from the aftermath. She was as relaxed as she would ever be.
His turn.
Seth could barely control his own trembling eagerness as he mounted her, nudging himself into her soft, drenched body. Her eyes flew open at the blunt intrusion, but she opened up, embracing him.
She gasped as he shoved himself halfway in. “Wait a second,” she begged “Let me get used to it.”
He cupped her face and kissed her with pleading tenderness, making tiny rocking movements with his hips. “Relax. Let me in.” His voice was rough with desperation.
She clasped her legs around his hips. “I swear, I'm trying.”
He stared into her face. Her dilated eyes were gazing at him, her lower lip swollen from his rough kisses, trembling again with emotion. She reached up and touched his damp cheek, smoothing it.
She was wide open to him, utterly unmasked. Whipped cream and butter and silk, just as he had fantasized, just what he had wanted her to be. It was eerie. If it was an act, it was an unbelievably good one.
“Are you always like this?” he demanded, in spite of himself.
Her eyes opened, dazed. “Always like what?”
“Nothing “ He shoved away the stab of incoherent anger, flexed his hips and drove himself inside her, all the way.
The tight, slick heat of her hugging the entire length of his cock swept away the last vestiges of his self-control. He plunged in again, hearing her sharp, breathless cries as if from a long distance. He couldn’t tell if they were cries of pleasure or protest, nor could he have changed anything if he had known. He was lost, thrusting fast and furious. Locked into his own body's savage need; no hope of slowing, no chance of stopping. His orgasm bore down on him like a runaway freight train, and the explosion wrenched through him with brutal force.