“Suck me. Like you did the morning after we met,” he told her, guiding his thick erection to her mouth. She remembered exactly what he meant, and grabbed his hips. She opened her mouth wide, and he stroked his dick into her lips, lowering himself into her mouth. She drew him in, licking and loving his cock, and then she reached her hands through his legs, playing with his balls. A deep groan rumbled up through his chest. “Is this how you came alone in bed that morning?”

She nodded as she lapped him up from stem to stern.

“That’s how I like it. You know how I like it. But that’s all I’m going to take for now,” he told her, then moved from the bed to strip off the rest of his clothes.

He returned, and handed her the lube. “Put some on me,” he said.

She nodded, and rubbed some onto his thick shaft, thrilling at the way his eyes floated closed and he grunted from her slightest touch. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He sighed, a deep satisfied sound. Then he gently laid his body on hers, and kissed her, softly at first, then more deeply, as if he needed to connect with her this way. He pulled apart from her, and moved down her body to her hips, shifting her onto her stomach.

She felt so exposed even though she’d been naked with him countless times. But this time was different. It was a first, and she felt virginal. But not for long. He tugged her up by her hips. “On your elbows,” he said, and she did as told.

He ran a hand down her back. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, stopping at her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. “You’re so fucking perfect, and so ready.”

She turned her neck to meet his gaze. “I want to watch,” she said, surprised at the words that had just come out of her mouth. She hadn’t thought about watching. But she found she desperately wanted to. Keeping her eyes open kept her in the moment.

“Watch everything,” he told her as he rubbed his thumb on her opening. “So ready,” he murmured, lowering his head to flick his tongue against her bottom.

She drew a sharp breath from the sweet intensity of his tongue, then he rubbed the head of his cock against her. Tension rolled through her bones as some deep part of her instinctual nature warned her against the potential pain. But she pushed it out of her mind as he slowly, carefully eased into her.

She curled her shoulders forward in reaction from the pressure inside her rear. Like a deep, far stretching of her whole body, of every muscle and fiber in her being. He was barely in, maybe only an inch, and she had no clue how he was going to fit any more of himself in her.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, stilling.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully. “But I still want it.”