Page 14 of The World

“More,” I whispered. “More, Tai.”

He shut off the water and knelt on the tile floor to dry me with one of the fluffy towels on the vanity. The heat in his eyes was a tangible thing.

“Are we still doing slow?” he teased.

I shook my head fervently.Hell no.

“Oh, good,” he said, his voice choked with gravel. “Fuck, your cock is gorgeous.” Then he proved his words by wrapping his hand around my base and exploring my glans with his tongue.

“Oh,God,” I breathed, gripping the vanity behind me with both hands, widening my stance as my knees threatened to give out. “Taika.Fuck.”

He grinned right before he slowly,slowlysucked me down. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

Shit. It had been a really long time since I’d last had sex, and even longer since I’d wanted it this badly. I was embarrassingly close to coming and I really, really wanted him to fuck me. When his free hand glided up my leg to cup my sac, I gripped his hair with no restraint whatsoever.

“No, stop!” I begged. “Not like this. I want… I want you inside me.”

He pulled off me with a wet pop, then teased his tongue inside my slit. “But what if I want you this way?”

Fuck.

“I’ll give you anything you want,” I told him, repeating his words from earlier.

“Anything?” he whispered.

“Anything. My kingdom for you to fuck me, right now.”

He gripped my hips, pressed a smiling kiss just below my navel, and stood in one smooth movement. He held out his hand and I shook it.

“Done,” he agreed. And he was so gorgeous with his black hair mussed and his dark eyes filled with lust that I had to kiss him again… and keep kissing him all the way to the bedroom.

He led me to the bed then pulled away for just a second to rummage through his suitcase. He returned in a minute to drop a strip of condoms and a small container of lube next to me, but instead of jumping on top of me, like I half hoped he’d do, he just stood there staring down at me. “You can move this along anytime now,” I said, stroking myself lightly.

He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away. “I’m busy looking,” he said. “I don’t want to forget a single second of this.”

How the hell was I supposed to argue with that?

He put one knee on the bed and moved me further up the mattress with strong arms. I bent my knees back to my chest, exposing myself to him.

“Still looking?” I teased.

“I can be more hands-on if you want.” He smacked my ass, one firm crack that made me yelp.

“Hey!”

He laughed, then rubbed at the spot he’d slapped. Before I could muster the words to express my outrage — not that I was feeling particularly outraged, more likeexceedingly aroused— he was pushing a lubed finger into my hole while his other hand worked my cock again, and outrage was the very last thing on my mind.

“Taika,” I breathed. “Jesus, fuck.”

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pushing a second finger inside me. “And sowarm.”

“And soready,” I told him. I didn’t care if I wasn’t fully prepped. I wanted to feel him, I wanted the sting and the ache. I wanted to remember every second of this, too.

He rolled on a condom and pressed himself inside me slowly. The burn of it was like another layer of pleasure, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I chanted his name like a magic spell as he filled me completely and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

When his balls were snug against my ass, he froze and stared down at me again with this combination of lust and affection and stunned disbelief that brought tears to my eyes because I understood it completely. How the hell did we get here, the struggling writer and the guy whose face had launched a multi-million-dollar IPO? How the hell were we so insanely, improbably wonderful together?

His arms were planted on the mattress by my shoulders and my fingers clenched and unclenched reflexively on his biceps with each thrust. He was over me and under me, inside and around me. His face, pink-cheeked and damp from the shower, was the only thing I could see.