“Men come in different sizes.” He shoved down his trousers, stepped out of them, and tossed them aside.

“Still, it didn’t feel so big through the cloth.” Kneeling before him, she skimmed her bare fingers over the length of him.

“Christ, Lena.” Her touch deprived him of breath.

“So silky. So hot.”

While she explored, he removed the pins from her hair until the heavy strands cascaded around her shoulders, over his cock. Pure bliss.

Dropping her head back, she captured and held his gaze. “I want you inside me.”

The words were nearly his undoing, almost had him spilling his seed then and there. He’d never ached with such need.

Bringing her to her feet, he clasped her to him and tumbled them both onto the bed.

They were a tangle of limbs, and it felt wonderful. The front of her, every inch, was touching his skin. Flesh against flesh, heated and dewy. Taking her mouth, plundering, he rolled her onto her back, wedging himself between her thighs, his thick cock pressing against her cleft.

It seemed wicked to use that word—cock—but she didn’t think any other would do him justice, would adequately describe that portion of him that would soon be entering her. Never before had she looked so forward to the joining.

But it seemed he was not yet done denying her, tormenting her, because he pushed himself down until he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue laved the little pearl, causing delicious sensations to swarm through her. Then he suckled gently, before taking his lips on a tour about her breast, kissing the underside, the sides, the top. So much attention given to the one while his hand tenderly kneaded the other.

He reversed his attentions, giving his mouth to the other breast, while his fingers toyed with the one now coated in dew. She loved the feel of his rough palms skimming over her flesh with purpose. He’d touched much of her before, but not all of her, and now every aspect was laid bare before him and was his for the taking.

And he took.

With his mouth, his hands, his lips, his tongue. He scooted down farther and treated her to the same ministrations he’d given her when she’d been splayed out on the billiards table. Where the intimacy of it had shocked her before, now she embraced it with full fervor, tilting her hips to give him easier access, welcoming his throaty moan of approval.

She clutched his shoulders as her thighs began to tremble with want, with need. So close, so close. She thrashed her head from side to side, pressed her feet to his calves, loving the feel of his silky hair against her soles. But then there was no aspect to him that she didn’t love.