He inches back, his lips damp from our kiss. “Don’t be. I want you to tell me everything. What feels good, what doesn’t. I don’t want you to hold anything back. That’s what fucking is all about.”
“Okay,” I say. He takes my hands and puts them back on his body, and his muscles flex as I explore, touch him all over, reveling in the tightness of his skin as I run my palms around his back—wanting to touch every last inch of him. I slide upward and fist my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss and his growls of encouragement fill me with bravado.
He breaks the kiss. “This is how it’s going to work,” he says, the intensity in his eyes letting me know he’s calling the shots—because clearly, I know nothing about fucking. “I’m going to put my mouth, my hands and my tongue on every inch of your body…” His hand slides lower, going between my breasts until he reaches the juncture of my legs. “Even here.”
“I’ve never…”
“Yeah, I get it. Ryan didn’t do right by you, and while I might have mixed feelings on that, I’m totally going to give you everything you deserve.”
While I don’t understand what he means about mixed feelings, now is not the time to ask, not when he’s tugging the elastic from my hair, letting it spill down my back.
“I get you like control,” he begins. “But I told you before that’s not going to stop me from telling you what to do.” His grin is playful, but so damn needy I could weep with joy. Christian wants this as much as I do. Honestly, no matter how many times I tell myself that, I still can’t quite wrap my brain around it. “Are you going to fight me on that tonight, Maize?”
“No,” I say so quickly, the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin. I bite my lip to hide my own smile, but he can see right through me, see how excited I am, and what’s the point of hiding it? He’s being honest with me, and that’s what I should give in return.
“That’s my girl.” He gives me another little shove, until I’m flat on my back. He stares at me again, the blue in his eyes deepening and sending more quivers through my body. He tears into his pants, the zipper hissing as it releases. A second later, he has his cock in his hand, and I nearly bite off my tongue. “Spread your legs,” he commands and wraps one big palm around his thick cock.
I do as he asks, my breath coming quicker now. “Christian.”
“Yeah?” I want to look at him, to meet his eyes, but I can’t take my focus off the way he’s stroking himself. “Something to say, Maize?”
I wet my lips. “I just…”
“I take it you’ve never seen a man fuck his palm while he admires a gorgeous woman sprawled on his bed.”
Did he just call me gorgeous? I mentally roll my eyes so hard I nearly give myself a headache. Is that what I’m focusing on right now? And really, I’m sure he says that to every girl he’s ever had in this bed.
“I’ve never,” I answer honestly.
“Put your hands down your pants.”
My brain stalls. He can’t be serious. The second I look into his eyes, I know he is. “You see what I’m doing here, Maize.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’ve been doing this every morning in the shower. Fuck, knowing you’re in this bed, all warm and soft and not being able to climb in here and taste you has been total fucking torture.”
“I…I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.” He falls quiet for a moment. “Now touch yourself.”
I take a fast breath, hoping it fills me with bravado as I slide my hand down my stomach. He watches me, his gaze never faltering as I tuck into my yoga pants, and go lower, until my fingers connect with my swollen clit.
“Yes,” I gasp unable to help myself.
“Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs and runs his tongue all over his lips. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for my mouth.”
I gulp and grow wetter as he talks dirty to me. “Christian, please…” I murmur even though I have no idea what I’m begging for.
“Is your pussy wet for me, Maize?” he asks, clearly understanding what I want, judging by his response. I nod and he continues. “Does it want my big fat cock?”
A little eeping sound catches in my throat and he chuckles. “Look at me.”
My lids open, and my gaze goes directly to his cock. It’s big and hard and is probably going to destroy me, but I just don’t care.
“Want to touch me?”
My gaze flies to his, and I take in the question on his lips, the want in his eyes. I nod and sit up. He comes closer, and kicks his pants completely off. I resist the urge to pinch myself as he stands before me completely naked—so goddamn gorgeous I’m sure I won the man lottery. I must have done something right in this lifetime, to be here with him, like this.
He takes my hand, puts it around his cock, and closes his hand over it. “Yeah,” he murmurs as he moves my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing my hand to show me how much pressure he likes. A bit of pre-cum drips from his slit, and unable to help myself, I lean forward and catch it on my tongue.
His entire body goes stiff, every muscle tight, and I straighten. Oh God, did he not like that?
“I…just couldn’t help myself,” I explain quickly. “If you didn’t like—”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”
His voice is harsh, his eyes brutally hard as he stares at me and I’m about to scurry backward when he captures my hand. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A thrill goes through me as his breathing changes, becomes labored, like standing now is too much of
