His lips trailed off my mouth to the area beneath my ear as his fingers continued pumping. Shamelessly, I found myself grinding against his hand. “Good things come to those who wait,” he said between kisses to my neck.
“I think we’ve waited long enough,” I breathed.
He chuckled against my skin, the vibrations adding to the sensations building everywhere. He withdrew his fingers, and his thumb pressed to my clit, circling it in slow movements as if he heard my silent pleas.
“Thayer,” I sighed.
“I love my name on your lips like this,” he said, sucking away at my neck.
“I need you inside of me,” I said.
“Jesus,” he whispered, and I wondered if that’s what he’d wanted me to say.
“I want to come with you inside of me,” I breathed.
“That’s so fucking hot.” He slipped his hand from my panties, and he sat back on his knees. “God, you’re a fucking fantasy come to life, G.”
As embarrassed as his words made me, I didn’t care. I wanted him. And I needed him inside of me.
He reached for the hem of my tank top and peeled it off. “Jesus Christ,” he said, awed by the sight of me topless laid out before him. He bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, sending tingles firing. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I closed my eyes, reveling in his words and the sensation of his lips on my nipple. This was not at all what sex with Gino was like.
Thayer’s tongue swirled around my pebbled peak, and zingers shot between my legs. He moved to my other breast, worshipping that nipple the same way. He bit down lightly, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Holy. Shit.
I tunneled my fingers through the back of his hair, wanting him so damn bad. “Thayer,” I pleaded.
He glanced up at me through sexy eyes.
I bucked my hips.
He smirked. “So impatient.”
God, that smirk went right to my core.
He peeled my shorts and panties down my legs before standing and tossing them onto the chair. I expected him to drop his sweatpants, but he didn’t.
My body hummed with anticipation as he stared down at me, naked and sprawled out on the bed before him. I let him look, the desire in his eyes a heady feeling. I looked at him, too. His rock-hard abs. His vibrant tattoos. It was all adding to the moment. “You still have your pants on.”
He nodded slowly.
I pushed myself up and onto my knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. I grasped the waist of his sweatpants and pulled them and his boxers slowly down. His erection sprang free. Holy hell. He stepped out of his pants while watching me with hooded eyes. I grasped his erection with both hands, prepared to make this good for him, but he stepped back and away from me.
“Whoa. You want this to be over before I’m even inside of you?” He retrieved something from his pocket—a condom—and used his teeth to tear open the packet. I watched as he rolled it on the length of him, then his eyes met mine. As if he’d given me a silent direction, I inched backward onto the bed, and he crawled over me, forcing me onto my back. “Is it wrong that I want to savor every second?”
It was there in his eyes that I could see how important this was to him. And I didn’t want to do anything to ruin it. I shook my head. “I do too.”
He captured my lips, and his tongue swiped out, tangling in an easy dance with mine. The kiss was so familiar, as if we’d done it a million times before. But it was also so new and exciting, and I didn’t want him to ever stop. His hand reached down, and he aligned himself with me. He rolled his hips once and, since I was beyond ready, he slipped right inside of me. My back arched as the sensation felt like no other. He was bigger than Gino and so much sexier. I grasped his ass and lost myself in the feel of him thrusting in and out of me. His agile hips moved the way they did on a mountain, so smooth and perfect and pulling out every sexy stop. “God, we fit together perfectly,” he groaned as his hips continued to roll.
He wasn’t lying. I bent my knees, crossing my ankles behind his ass. I wanted to feel every part of this. He quickened his thrusts, the new angle causing his dick to brush my clit repeatedly. My eyes pinched tight. Everything between my legs was twisting and coiling and ready to release.
“Thay-er,” I breathed.
“I’m right with you, G,” he said, all breathless and raspy.
The use of my nickname.
The thickness of him stretching me wide.