I dimly realized I still had my panties on, and they were the only thing standing between us.
Forge slid his finger beneath the band. “Lean back, Selena,” he said, then wiggled them off, his hands sliding down my legs. Without my grip around his neck, I tilted back, then fell backward into the tub, water sloshing over the edge.
“Oh shit, I can’t believe I just did that.” I pushed my wet hair out of my face and found Forge grinning at me, his face completely unguarded. If I’d thought him handsome before, now he was breathtaking. I forgot all about the water on the floor and cupped his face in my hands, sliding back into his lap. As I rocked slightly against him, his fingers danced up and down my back, and we kissed again, slower this time, deeper as his hands slid down even further and cupped my ass.
Forge stood, taking me with him, and, spraying water all over everything, strode into his bedroom.
I’d missed it on entry, but now, looking over his shoulder as he threw me on the bed, I took in the room, and the massive bed I’d landed on. “Holy crap. Why isn’t my room like this?” Thick Turkish rugs carpeted the floor, while above me rose a huge four-poster bed, the tops of the posts carved to look like trees, their branches interwoven above us. I sank deeper into the velvet throw, the softness caressing my naked skin.
Forge crawled up and straddled me, his arms braced on either side of my head. “You can still back out, Selena. We can call it a night if this is too much.”
I ran my hands down over his chest, the wide plane of his pecs, before my fingers bumped down along his ribbed abdomen. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, his face changed. It became harder, his eyes glittering in the darkness.
“No backing out. Not tonight,” I told him, stroking him up and down, marveling at how soft the skin was, and how hard the steel underneath. With an almost inaudible groan, he pulled away, but still loomed over top me.
“Where should I start?” he teased, dipping his head to catch my nipple between his teeth while my body jerked. “These are nice,” he said before switching to the other one, his tongue smoothing over the little nip of pain. “But I think I want to start a little bit lower.” His mouth traced a path down to my belly button. When he moved even lower, I moved to cover myself up.
“I don’t know if I can do that,” I whispered, dropping my eyes. It wasn’t that I hadn’t imagined oral sex—it was more that I’d only imagined it, having never had anyone go down on me before.
“That’s your call,” he said, his tongue doing circles around my belly button. He lifted his eyes and met mine. “I’d be happy to oblige either way.”
He wasn’t pushing me, so why was I hesitating? With Forge, I felt safe. I trusted him and knew he’d take care of me. This odd reluctance made no sense.
“I want to taste you,” Forge said, maybe seeing my doubt, cupping me between the legs, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing a slow, deliberate circle. A shudder rippled through me, my core tightening.
If this is what Forge can do with his thumb, just imagine what his tongue can do.
“Okay,” I said, somewhat doubtful about the whole thing. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching his face as he planted a kiss on my stomach. As his tongue swirled around my belly button again, I discovered that I couldn’t take my eyes from him.
I fully expected him to dive in, but instead he moved down my body and ran his hands up and down my calves, stroking me soothingly, going slightly higher each time, until my body was tensed up, and I silently urged him higher. I didn’t know what kind of magic Forge was wielding tonight, but I welcomed it. I’d never felt this good before. Every time I reached a new high, he pushed me even higher.
He gently ran his hands up the insides of my thighs, planting kisses along the way. Pressing my legs apart, he slid his arms beneath my knees, then lifted them over his shoulders. I should have been horrified, but instead I was completely caught up in how I felt, and the look on Forge’s face. He looked entranced as he leaned in and flicked my clit with his tongue.
My arms gave out and I fell back onto the bed, overtaken by the sensations rippling through me with every stroke of his tongue. As many times as I’d imagined this, Forge took it to a whole new level. I’d never thought I’d beg for release, but as Forge’s name flew from my mouth, along with utter gibberish, everything I knew about sex went out the window.
“Selena?” he growled, moving back up my body, licking his lips. His face looked pained as he murmured hoarsely, “I don’t think I can stop. Please…”
“Yes,” I told him, arching my back and widening my hips for him.
He hung his head, then positioned himself, sliding the head of his shaft along my pussy, until he pushed in. Just a little, testing me. He was huge. Even though I’d held him in my hand a few minutes ago, he felt enormous. Inch by inch he pushed in, his eyes closed as he stretched me to bursting, blowing out a breath when he was fully seated.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly. I nodded, my hands on his shoulders, feeling the bunching of his muscles as he slowly pulled out.
