Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Athena
I kneel on the bed at his side. I glance over his body, taking in every single inch of exposed skin. I’ve never been with a man who looked like this before.
With just a fingertip, I touch his bicep.
The skin is soft, but the muscle underneath isn’t.
He’s hard as a rock.
I try not to stare as I run my finger up and over his shoulder, tracing a path over one of his tattoos.
When I reach the center of his chest, my gaze catches on his.
He’s quiet. In silence, he watches as I circle a finger over one of his nipples before I move to the other.
“You must work out for hours every day,” I whisper.
That draws a hearty laugh from him. His chest rumbles with it. “I hit the gym when I have the time.”
I don’t. My exercise routine consists of knee lunges at the flower shop and jogging in place while I wait for the subway.
I haven’t looked at his lap since he took off his jeans, but I know what’s there.
It’s obvious that he’s a big man in every way.
I know that from his confession about the size of his condoms, but I see it myself.
Resting back on my heels, I trail my fingers over his stomach. “Your body is perfect.”
Patting a hand to the center of his chest, he shakes his head. “It’s not. It’s mine though, so I make the best with what I have.”
Desire pools inside of me. What he has is exactly what I want.
I should slide my body over his and let him take me. I know he can make me feel things I haven’t before. That’s already happening, and we’re not even fully undressed yet.
Tracing my hand over his chest, I move it to his chin. “Have you always had a beard?”
His hand lands on mine. “Do you like it?”
Nodding, I smile. “I do, but I wonder what you look like without it.”
“Like a stranger,” he admits on a sigh. “Like someone I don’t recognize.”
I feel that way sometimes when I look in the mirror. I don’t know who my dad is. I imagine he looks like me since I look nothing like my mom. Sometimes my reflection reminds me that I’ll never know everything I want to know about myself.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks with a tilt of his head. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
Taking a leap of faith is the only way I’ll get to experience more with this man.
When I swing one leg over him, he growls out a sound that shoots straight to my core. His hands find my waist. Holding tightly, he adjusts me in his lap.
I settle on him, with his thick cock pressed against me, and my hands tangled in his hair.
“Kiss me,” I whisper against his lips.
His lips part, his tongue darts over his bottom lip, and he tugs me closer until our mouths meet in a fierce, frenzied kiss.
I rub myself against him. He’s thick and wide. He may be shrouded in his boxer briefs, but there’s no question that he’s as aroused as I am.
Mewling, I lick my tongue over his bottom lip.
“Jesus, lilac.” His voice escapes in a groan. “I want you.”
I want him too. Desperately and madly. I want to come.
I grind myself into him, not caring that a barrier separates his cock from my pussy.
“Keep. Doing. That,” he spits out each word harshly.
I throw my head back as my body heats from the inside out. I got myself off this morning in the shower when I thought about him, but it wasn’t like this.
Nothing has been like this before.
He inches his hips up, carving small circles for me to ride on.
I take it all, shifting so my clit is resting against him. My hands slide down to his shoulders. I leverage myself as I chase an orgasm. My first orgasm with him.
“Fuck.” His eyes widen. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Say yes. Fucking say yes.”
“Yes,” I almost scream.
His hands tighten on my waist, helping to control my movement as I ride him shamelessly, not caring what I look like.
“Your tits,” he breathes out in a twisted moan. “They’re beautiful.”
I look down to catch his gaze stuck on the front of my bra. “Undo it. Take it off.”
He reaches behind me with one hand. In an instant, the clasp is free, and the bra is sliding down my arms.
He tosses it somewhere behind me.
“Oh, fuck.” One of his hands leaves my side as he reaches for my breast. “So pretty. Such pretty pink nipples.”
I throw my head back with a moan when I hear those words. When his mouth finds one of my nipples, I teeter on that edge.
It’s that edge of release. It’s the moment before my body splinters into a thousand shards of pleasure.
I rock back and forth, using his cock to chase my desire, and when I come, he bites my nipple hard, sending me straight into a second orgasm that steals my breath and leaves me trembling in his arms.