Mia
He was tall, broad, and well-muscled. His toned biceps led to strong, veined forearms peppered with honey-brown hair, ending in rough, skilled, generous hands. His chest was defined, abs taut, framed by the delicious V cut into his hips.
The moment I saw it, I wanted to lick every inch of that V.
But then he pulled himself out of his briefs, and oh. His cock. It was thick–long and hard and ridged. My insides twitched at the sight of it.
He pulled a condom from my nightstand and stretched it over himself, his blue eyes fixed on the raw, sensitive place between my legs. Before I could take a breath, Theo’s hands were on me, pulling me across the bed, spreading my legs wider, his fingers wrapped around my knees.
He grunted as he dragged his heavy tip from my clit to my entrance, teasing me until he finally pushed in.
I gasped, my back arching as he stretched me.
“You feel…” Theo’s voice faded into a groan as he bent my knees back, working himself deeper. I lifted the back of my hand to my mouth, biting into it to stop myself from screaming.
The way he took me was rough. The sounds he made were low. Broken. His body–hot, hard, filling me–was almost too much to take.
“So fucking good,” he ground out as his hands moved from my knees to my waist, fingers curling as he lifted me, angling himself deeper.
The sheets came undone, twisting around us. Sweat beaded his skin as he watched himself slide in and out of me. It was raw. Intense. Overwhelming. The way he held me, the way he moved inside me–He was in control.
It felt so good. Better than good. Like something dizzy, hazy, just out of reach.
He shifted, his hands sliding from my knees to cage me, his arms braced on either side of my head. The weight of him above me made me feel wild, and I wrapped my legs around him just to keep him here.
Tension built, hot and heavy and fast, tingling and throbbing. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, his tongue firm and rough, his cock thick and perfect. He thrust deeper inside me, and I came, my body tightening around him as I struggled to stay quiet.
“Good girl, that’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I love watching you come on my cock.”
I was boneless. Completely ruined. Lightheaded and mindless. But Theo didn’t stop. He drove into me, rhythmic and mindless, his weight pressing me into the mattress, until his shoulders trembled and a low, deep growl rumbled in my ear.
My pussy throbbed happily. I liked this feeling more than I thought I would. But as Theo reappeared with a warm, damp towel and gently pressed it between my legs, I let out sharp hiss.
He frowned down at me, apologetic.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?”
I wriggled against the fabric. “I’m fine.”
“Mia.”
Oh, all right. He was a big boy. He could handle it. “Well, I’ve never actually been fucked that hard before. You should come with a warning label.”
He swallowed; his throat bobbed in this fascinating way, and I felt almost choked by this sudden warmth I felt for him as he said, “I lost control. I’m sorry.”
I reached down and gripped his wrist. “I’m fine. I liked it. I, quite literally, asked for it, if you remember.”
I pulled him toward me, and he came willingly, lying by my side and wrapping the sheets around us. I could feel the worry in his tense shoulders, and, well, I couldn’t have that, could I?
“Could you do that to me again?”
My question pulled a surprised laugh from him, and he relaxed just enough to press the damp towel firmer between my legs.
“I’m not sure you could take me like that a second time.”
I hummed and squirmed against him. “You felt so big, and it hurt a little, I won’t lie, but it was so good. This is a nice kind of sore.”
He hmphed against my neck, and the sound was so raspy and deep I could almost feel it. “Even so, we’ll go slow from now on. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Rolling over, I took the damp towel from his hand and threw it to the side, then came back to rest my head on his chest.
“I like that you’re worried about me, but you don’t have to be. I loved taking you like that, and I want to again. Right after we have a nap.”
His breath blew against my hair. Stray strands tickled my forehead as he said, “Sleep is probably a good idea.”
“Well, you know, I’m full of good ideas.” I sank into him, smiling into his skin. “I’d like to be full of your cum too.”
He laughed as he held me tighter. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”
His lips were warm on my temple as he bent to kiss me, and it was this small, intimate thing that surprised me more than the sex we just had.
But that worry wasn’t something I could hold on to, because as his hand curled over my waist, the sound of his heart pounding pulled me into a deep, satisfied sleep.