“Definitely cinnamon,” he said against my ear as I trembled. “You’re so beautiful. Every part of you.”
One hand moved lower to splay over the swell of my belly. I was not super skinny. I was a morass of freckles. And he still explored me as if I was the finest treasure.
He undid my skirt and it fell down my legs to pool over my heeled booties. I stepped out of it and faced the rest of me. Slight in some parts, a little too wobbly in others. In between my legs were delicate red curls that I didn’t shape into the shaved trend of the day. Or better yet, made disappear entirely. I was groomed, but I was natural. Just me.
“Beautiful here too.” He slid his hand over me, held it there while I absorbed the sight of his tanned skin against the pale flesh I’d by turns hated and learned to ignore. Through his eyes, it wasn’t something to wish away.
It was simply part of the whole. Part of who I am.
Just like the barely visible stretch marks here and there. The bony knees. All the pieces that never quite added up right in my head, so I didn’t look. But this time, I did. And when I reached down to lace my fingers with his over me, his mouth at my ear was more than the devil on my shoulder. He was my angel too.
“Let me watch.”
Those words. So innocent. Such a fire in the blood.
I was still sensitive from a few minutes ago. It felt like forever. I couldn’t decide how I felt. If I wanted to turn my face into his shoulder as my fingers moved slowly against my slick folds, because his fingers were still on top of mine. Pinning me in a subtle way even now. Or if I wanted to study the slide and twist of them as I made myself arch back against him.
In the end, I did both. My eyes were wide open and, on the mirror, as I sought my release. He lifted his hands to my breasts, his fingers restless against my nipples, now so much darker and fuller. The insistent pressure of him behind me both supported me and let me fly.
And then I didn’t need to watch anymore, because it was all happening inside me and he’d helped me find my way to this place. Turning my head to hungrily meet his mouth seemed so much more important than seeing myself shatter.
So much better if he shattered with me.
In me.
I drew my hand away from between my thighs right when I was on the verge. He grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth with a low needy sound I felt in my bones. My other hand went to his zipper and he shuddered, not even bothering to hide it. Just the promise of what was to come made him vulnerable.
I’d never felt more for him than I had in this moment. When we didn’t have to speak and everything was new and unsteady and somehow so right at the same time.
“You wanted to watch,” I murmured into his mouth before I kneeled before him and pulled down his zipper. I couldn’t do it slowly. Not now. It felt like I was unwrapping the best gift I’d ever been given. My fingers tangled in the material of his boxers and then I shoved both them and his pants down and he popped free.
God. It was a good thing I’d left myself on the verge of coming, because we probably wouldn’t have gotten far otherwise.
His skin was paler here, but still so much darker than mine, surrounded by dark, wiry hair. I licked my lips, and he whispered my name, half prayer, half chant, and scooped my hair back.
When he watched me suck the head of him into my mouth, it wasn’t in the glass. His gaze never left me as I opened myself up for his invasion.
He was so thick and long that my jaw ached almost immediately. I was out of practice, and my knees were already sore from this position.
And I barely felt any of it because my only focus was that subtle expansion in my mouth and throat. The way the soft sacs beneath throbbed under my careful touch. That hot pulse and rush of blood in his shaft as I shifted my fingers to circle his width.
I wanted him to come in my mouth, probably more than I’d ever wanted anything. To hell with being greedy for myself. He’d given me so much already, and the hint of salt on my tongue was intoxicating.
But he didn’t give me the option.
He stepped back and left his cock bobbing between us, slick from me and so painfully hard that the tip was dark and dripping.
I licked my lips again. “I like how you taste.”
Groaning, he drew me to my feet. “Let’s see,” he said, and then his mouth was on mine.
The kiss spun out until I was lightheaded, but he was already on the move. He filled his hands with my breasts before lowering his head to suck on my nipples, first one then the other. Working them until they were gleaming wet and dark red from his lips and teeth.
I couldn’t stop writhing against him even as I held his head in place. I was so close to coming again, just from going down on him and his erotic kisses.
“I want you naked too, dammit,” I panted, tugging on his shirt.
He yanked it off from behind his head, giving me barely a moment to appreciate his toned abs and dark ink. Then he opened the door and pushed me down the low-lit hall into his bedroom. I didn’t know how many bathrooms this place had, or how many rooms, period, but the space seemed huge.
His bedroom especially.
The overwhelming masculinity of the heavy furniture and the enormous bed made me falter for a step before he simply plucked me up and placed
