“Maybe.” He reached around to undo her bra. “Do you want me to?”
“I think so.”
“Then I will. I want to do whatever is pleasing for you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He eased her over to the four-poster bed. After removing his pants and boxers, he slid her panties down her legs. As Megan sat on the edge of the massive king sized bed, she widened her legs to allow him to step between them. When he brought his hand to stroke between her thighs, she moaned and let her head fall back. Two fingers entered her and began a slow, teasing assault. She began to rock her h*ps against his hand, adding the friction she desired. When she felt his erection rubbing against her leg, she reached between them to take him in her hand.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared into his face as they worked each other into a sweaty, panting frenzy. When Pesh curled his fingers inside her, she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Her orgasm rocketed through her lower half, causing her head to fall forward onto his chest.
When she came back to herself, Pesh was sliding her body up the mattress. Then he was hovering over her, kissing her br**sts and licking her ni**les into hardened peaks. “Now, Pesh,” she urged. “I want you deep inside of me.”
Just as his head nudged against her opening, he stopped. “Oh no,” he murmured before rocking back to sit on his knees.
Megan propped herself up on her elbows and gazed up at him. “What’s wrong?” She hoped that after giving in, he hadn’t decided to back out at the last minute.
He rubbed the stubble on his cheeks. “I, uh…we can’t do this without a condom, and I don’t have one with me.”
“Oh,” she murmured. In the heat of the moment, she had totally forgotten about that.
“You don’t happen to have one?” he asked hopefully.
She shook her head. “Sorry.”
“It’s me who ought to be sorry for putting you in a position like this without protection.” When he started to pull away, she sat up to grab his shoulders, urging him to stop.
“We can still do this. Neither one of us has been with anybody in at least two years—we’ve had tests for the hospital.”
“That’s all well and good but what about pregnancy? Are you on the pill?”
“No.” She chewed on her bottom lip momentarily. “Wait a minute,” she murmured. In her mind, she began counting down the days since her last period. “Twenty.”
“Twenty what?”
“I’m on day twenty, so we should be safe.”
“I’ll still pull out.”
“If you say so,” she replied. Gripping his biceps, she urged him to cover her again with his body. She loved the feel of his chest hairs rubbing against her ni**les. Pesh widened her legs, and then he eased inside her, filling and stretching her walls. It had been so long that she couldn’t help feeling a bit of a sting.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
He withdrew and flexed his hips, thrusting back inside her. This time they both moaned. Setting up a rhythm, he began rocking in and out of her. The pace was slow and sensual, and while he was hitting all the right spots, she wanted more. The entire time he moved in and out of her, he kept his eyes locked firmly on hers. His gaze was so dark with desire that she didn’t dare look away. The longer she stared into his eyes, the more connected with him she felt. The old saying was that the eyes were windows to the soul, and she was getting a pretty good glimpse into his. And that scared the hell out of her.
Wanting to make things less sensual, she gripped his biceps. “Harder,” she panted.
Rising on his knees, he slid his forearms under the backs of her knees. This enabled him to pull her back against his pounding thrusts. While their connection at first had been so intimate, this was more about lust and desire. She reached up and clasped his face in her hands, bringing his head down to hers. Their mouths and tongues met in frenzied kisses.
When he pulled out of her, Megan whimpered at the loss of feeling. He quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. Pulling on her hips, he raised her up onto her knees. When he reentered her, Megan moaned. With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper. Her fingers fisted the sheets as he leaned over her back, kissing a trail down her spine. She didn’t know how he was able to be so many places at once. While his mouth licked her back and teasingly left love bites, his hands were rubbing her thighs and then sliding under her to squeeze her br**sts or tease her clit. He was giving her so much that she couldn’t stay silent. She moaned, chanted his name, and cried out as the sounds of their wet skin slapped together.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping her head, she screamed into the mattress as she found her release. Once her walls finished clenching, she felt Pesh withdraw from her. As he groaned, Megan felt warmth spurt onto her back and bu**ocks. After seeing him come before, she hated she couldn’t see his face. He was so beautiful when he was finding release.
Once he finished, she eased down onto her stomach and curled a pillow under her head. After a few seconds, Pesh lay down beside her. She turned her head and met his gaze. Exhausted and completely sexually satisfied for the first time in her life, all she could muster to say was, “Wow.”
A slow grin spread across his cheeks. “You seem to say that a lot around me after orgasms.”
She laughed. “It’s because you render me absolutely speechless with your talents.”
“Thank you. I could say the same about you.” His gaze left her face and trailed down her na**d back. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
Rolling her shoulder blades, she said, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel marked or something.”
He smiled shyly at her. “I like the idea of marking you—making you mine.”
He wanted her to be his. She didn’t know quite what to think about that statement. Did she want to be his? She certainly couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else. Besides the amazing physical chemistry they shared, she was starting to feel such a deep connection to him.
Staring over at him, she couldn’t help wondering what was going on in his mind. “We’ve really done it now, haven’t we?”
“Yes, I do believe that was the universal “it” that we just did,” he teased.
She smacked his arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” he murmured.