Duke ran his hands from my calves to my thighs and hips, tugging me closer until his face was level with my stomach. He looked up as his lips skimmed over the marks left behind. One after another, he kissed each one. The sentimentality of it was so tender yet powerful.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Even when you think you’re not. You’re perfect to me.”
His words felt like the admission of something bigger. Of almost, but not quite, crossing the line we’d been dancing around since I got home. The most confusing part was how I didn’t feel the need to correct him. To try and prove his opinion wrong, but drawing more attention to the things that’d taken me years to love again.
“I don’t know what has you believing otherwise, but I promise there is nothing about you that I don’t love,” I said.
Slowly, I reached for the tattered remnants of his shirt, tugging it over his head before tossing it to the floor. He waited on bated breath as my eyes skimmed over his body. Along the thick hair across his chest to the line running down his soft stomach and disappearing beneath his jeans.
I threaded my hands into his hair and tilted his head back so that he was staring at me. His green eyes were nearly swallowed by the black of his pupils. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” I said, earning a slight curl of his lips, “are you going to finish what you started?” Duke moved his hand between mythighs, swiping between my folds. “You’ve made me so needy. I want more. I want you.”
He surged forward, tossing me on my back as he stood above me. I watched, waiting eagerly, as he slowly undid the button of his jeans and slid them down his legs. His briefs did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock jutting against the fabric.
My core tightened at the thought of how he’d fill me, stretch me. It’d be too much, and yet I yearned for the sting. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to feel it tomorrow when I sat down, knowing it was from him.
His gaze followed mine, smirking. “This what you want?” he asked, running his hand along his length through the fabric.
I licked my lips. “Very much.”
“Take it out,” he commanded. “Feel what you do to me.”
I scrambled up, reaching out with shaking hands as I slipped inside his briefs and felt his hot flesh in my hand for the first time. It was so soft compared to the rest of him. I stroked him absentmindedly. Not for his pleasure but mine.
His hand gripped my wrist, stopping me. “I said to take it out, not play with it,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think either of us is going to last long as it is,” I said honestly.
“Maybe not, but I don’t want to rush this first time.”
“So, there will be others?” I teased.
Something flashed across Duke’s face akin to sorrow, but it was gone before I could question it. “There’ll be as many times as you let me. Now,” he placed his hand in the center of my chest and pushed me back onto the couch, “lay there and play with that pretty pussy until I get back.”
My hand slid down my stomach, fingers circling my clit, as he walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I was alreadysore from multiple orgasms, but that didn’t stop me from doing exactly what I was told. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
Duke strode in a moment later, holding a box of condoms in his hand. He watched as I dipped my fingers inside myself, arching my back as I imagined it was him. My other hand came up, squeezing my breast and nipple.
“Goddamn, this is a good view,” he growled. He slipped his briefs down and fished out a condom, making quick work to remove it from the foil. And then it was my turn to watch as he unabashedly rolled it down his length. It was fucking filthy.
I clenched around my fingers, letting out a needy moan. “I can’t wait anymore, Duke. I need you.”
Slowly, he slipped between my legs, spreading them wider as I continued lazily fucking myself. “It’s gonna be a tight fit,” he said, gripping his dick. “But I can’t fucking wait to see your sweet cunt stretch around me.”
“Baby, please,” I begged.
I wanted to pull him toward me, but he was just out of reach. His eyes were still trained on my center as he guided his length toward my entrance, knocking my hands away.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”
“It won’t be.”
“Promise me,” he said, meeting my gaze.
I nodded. “I promise.”
The moment the words left my lips, Duke began to push.
Already, I could feel the slight burn as my body stretched to accommodate his size. “I’m gonna go slow,” he rasped. “Gonna make it feel so good.”