Part 14 (1/2)

”If you're not ready, I will.”

”I'm f.u.c.king ready already!” I yell in frustration and he laughs.

”Almost. G.o.d, you're so tight, honey.”

I look down at him, down his body that is now tense with l.u.s.t and need, and see his large erection straining against his shorts.

”Take your underwear off.”

His eyes narrow on me.

”Please.” I offer him a sweet smile.

His hand leaves me long enough to pull the shorts off, and he's kneeling in front of me, completely naked.

Holy h.e.l.l this man is gorgeous!

Seriously gorgeous.

”I love this,” he whispers as he brushes his finger across my metal, making me squirm.

”I'm glad.”

”It's f.u.c.king s.e.xy.” He leans down and swipes his tongue over it twice and just like that, I wrap his hair in my fingers and come against him.

Just as I am able to open my eyes again, Will climbs up my body, and nestles his long, hard c.o.c.k against my center, and leans in and kisses me.

”Mmm,” I moan and wrap my arms around him, keeping him close to me. ”You feel so good.”

”Meg, open your eyes,” he whispers as he moves his hips in just that way that slides the head of his c.o.c.k against my c.l.i.t.

His deep blue eyes stare down into mine as he rears back and braces the impressive head of his c.o.c.k against my lips.

”Are you sure?” he whispers.

”Will, in me. Now.”

He smiles softly and pushes inside me, oh so slowly.

Sweet Jesus, he's so big. Maybe this isn't going to work. There's no way I can take all of him.

My eyes widen, but he kisses me softly. ”It's okay. We'll take it slow and easy.”

His hips retreat, and then he pushes in again, a bit farther this time.

”Just relax. I won't hurt you.” He kisses my cheek and my neck, and then kisses my lips again as his hips find a long, slow rhythm. He ever so gently slides out and then in, going deeper and deeper each time until finally he's all the way inside me, and he stops and gazes down at me.

”You feel so f.u.c.king good,” he whispers.

”You can move,” I whisper back. I love how quiet the room is, as though we're writing our own song.

”I just love feeling you wrapped around me. I've never felt anything like you.” He barely moves his hips, but it grinds his pubic bone against the metal above my c.l.i.t and I gasp.

”Piercing?” he asks.

”Yeah, it hits my c.l.i.t when you move your hips like that.”

”Good to know,” he mutters with a smug grin.

I rotate my hips and clench around him, wanting desperately for him to move.

”Ah, h.e.l.l, don't do that.”

I smile and do it again.

”Megan, this won't last long if you keep...” Before he can finish the sentence I rotate my hips again and squeeze my intimate muscles and he starts to really move, gliding out to the tip, and then back in to the hilt.

”Oh, yes.”

”Is this what you want?”

”Yes.”

”Tell me, babe.” His voice is raw and sweat is beading on his forehead and I'm stunned at how much he wants me.

”I want you. Just you.”

”d.a.m.n right, just me.” And with that he picks up the pace, rocking in and out of me, thrusting harder and harder, so when he's pushed as far as he can go, it almost hurts. He's so big, there's no avoiding it.

”G.o.dd.a.m.n it,” his teeth are clenched. He grabs my hands, laces our fingers, and pulls them above my head, restraining me. ”You're so f.u.c.king sweet.”

Every touch of his pubis against my c.l.i.t is setting me on fire, until finally I can't stand it anymore. I feel the o.r.g.a.s.m building, my legs clench, I grip his hands harder.

”Come,” he whispers in my ear and bites my neck, sending me over the edge, pulsing and bucking beneath him in the best d.a.m.n o.r.g.a.s.m of my life.

”Ah, h.e.l.l,” he shouts and follows me with his own release. He buries his face in my neck and unlocks our fingers. I wrap my arms around him and cradle him to me, still inside me, and know that I'm totally and completely lost to this beautiful man.

He rolls to the side and takes me with him, reversing our positions. He manages to stay inside me, and I'm in no hurry to kick him out.

”Well, I guess it's safe to say we're compatible in bed,” I murmur against his chest. He laughs and kisses my head.

”True, but you might kill me.”

”How so?”

”Now that I've had you, I won't be able to get enough of you. I think I'm addicted to how you feel, how you sound, and being buried deep inside you.”

I don't really mind the sound of that at all.