I fought him for a moment, my own self-consciousness and nerves finally making an appearance. He simply raised his head and shook it slowly, smiling evilly. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. Placing his palms on my inner thighs, he pushed gently. I resisted for a moment, but stopped as soon as he bent his head and went to work.
He hummed into me, using his teeth and tongue to pull out pleasure I had never imagined to be possible. His fingers found their way to join his lips and tongue, teasing and beckoning me toward a golden edge of wonder. My knees started to shake and my breath was coming in fast, uncontrollable pants. I found myself bucking and arching against him faster than I ever had in my life.
“Come for me, Ava,” he whispered, his breath only adding to my lust. My name on his lips was my undoing. I came apart, vibrating and shaking with overwhelming sensation. I tangled my fingers in his gold touched hair as my bones turned to jelly and I skittered over the edge into glorious oblivion. Never had anyone gotten me there so quickly or so thoroughly.
Breathless and dizzy, I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a content smile on his face. No, not content. Pleased. Like a cat in the milk.
He stood slowly, desire painting his face with broad strokes. I could see just how hard he was now, his erection struggling beneath his dress pants for escape. I loved that he was turned on by me, that he was excited by my pleasure.
I sat up quickly, feeling lightheaded for a moment but absolutely fabulous, and struggled with his belt. He nimbly undid it, letting me tug on his pants. His boxers fell away with his pants and it was hard not to stare.
Sheer desire threatened to overwhelm me at his perfect masculine form. I want to touch him, want to take him into me, and I want him all for myself.
I stood and pressed my palms against his skin, kissing him with everything that I had. His erection was a living thing against my lower stomach, searching for something I was all too willing to give him. His tongue danced with mine, daring me to take more. I arched my back, pressing my hips into him, feeling his hard, hot length respond against my skin.
I looked up to see his eyes darken with lust. My stomach fluttered, more with want than nerves.
“Bastian, I need you...” I whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. The day's worth of stubble was rough, but tantalizing under my fingers. His erection throbbed against my hip. I was surprised I was able to get the words out, considering how much brain power I was using not to just take him right then and there.
He pulled me into a kiss, tangling his fingers in my hair and pressing his obvious desire against my body before letting me go. The loss of his touch was enough to make me cry out as he stepped away and hurried over to his desk. At least I got a nice view of his ass as he bent to open one of the desk drawers.
Grinning like an idiot, I lay down on the couch and listened for the crinkle of a wrapper. My heart was beating out of my chest, thumping with sheer want and need. He was about to be mine. All the wonderful, sinful things I had thought of throughout the day were about to be mine. I had never wanted anyone this badly, never been this turned on. The ache in my core was nearly destroying me as I waited the last few seconds for him to return.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he came back around and found me ready and willing. I loved the way he looked at me. It was like he couldn't stop staring and smiling. I knew I certainly couldn't looking at him.
Slowly, he put his strong arms on either side of my head. He was hard and thick and hovering just between my legs. I arched my hips, trying to take him in, but he just pulled back further, teasing me with how close he was.
“Bastian...” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his and trying again. He kept me just on the edge of getting what I wanted. “Please...”
I was going insane. Literally insane with want. Desire was melting my brain and the only cure was to have him inside of me.
He smiled, inching forward, but the same need that was driving me mad was written all over his face as well. His arms trembled and I knew it wasn't from holding himself above me. It was taking everything he had to make me wait.
With a slow, smooth stroke, he gasped and gave me what we both wanted. I curled my fingers into the couch, needing to hold onto something as he took my body. He thrust deeper, claiming me for himself and making me cry out for more.
I rotated my hips, taking him deeper yet. My name crossed his lips in a ragged breath that drove me wild. For every thrust, I matched him, meeting his movements in a dance that was growing faster and more insistent with every beat. A low flutter in the pit of my stomach started to stir, heating me from my toes up.
I needed every inch of him. I needed to be filled with him to the brim and then to overflow.
Bastian's breaths came in fast pants, his face lined with concentration. He pulled my hands into his and raised them over my head, levering into me with such heat and power that I forgot how to breathe. The pleasure coiled and undulated through me, tightening in my belly and in the tips of my breasts until I couldn't separate out the points of pleasure anymore.
His arms shook against me as he struggled for control. He was trying to hold back, but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted him to lose control, to free himself in me. I arched harder, pressing my hips up to meet his in a rhythm I knew we couldn't sustain for long. I wanted what came next more than anything in the world, except to maybe stay right here on the cusp of heaven with him forever.
Fisting one hand in my hair and holding my wrists above my head with the other, Bastian buried his face in the crook of my neck and shuddered as he whispered my name. My body clenched around his, not wanting to let him escape and pulling me along with him as he came. I lost myself to his pleasure, spinning and shaking with him into heaven.
After a few moments, face still pressed to my skin, I felt him slow and finally take a breath. It was shaky and ragged, as I knew my own breathing to be. I had never experienced anything like that before. Never anything that intense or powerful. No one had ever gotten me to climax with them, but Bastian had taken me there as naturally as breathing.
He raised his head, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. My heart clenched, loving the way he looked at me, so satisfied and full of ownership. I loved the way he wanted me. Desired me. Claimed me as his.
I grinned back, gasping for air and covered in sweat. He nibbled on my shoulder, tasting the salt of my sweat.
“You completely undo me,” he whispered. I made a pleased noise and stretched out my neck to give him more skin to work with. It felt wonderful. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” I asked as he nuzzled my collarbone.