closer to him before I could stop myself.
I could blame it on the tonic, but I knew it was more than that.
He took a step back, looking me over, and the thud returned to my gut. I'd both misread and overstepped, hadn't I?
I felt foolish under his gaze now, unsure of what he saw as his dark eyes swept over me. I saw the intensity there, but I was no longer sure it had anything to do with me. I could have sworn he'd expressed interest before. Maybe that boat had already sailed. Maybe I'd misread the signs.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, and I met his eyes with a steadier gaze than I knew I had in me.
I drew a breath, and my heart took into a race.
“Yes,” I answered, the words leaving me in a faint breath.
“You're not gonna feel... 'awkward' in the morning?”
A grin ticked my cheek, and I leaned closer, saying nothing. He locked into my gaze, his hand rising to stroke my cheek, and then he was leaning into me, too. His kiss was soft and patient, skilled. I could taste the weird smoke drink I watched him chug at the previous night's event (before it went bad) mingled with an exotic spice on his tongue.
A tingling warmth coursed through every nerve in my body pressed so close to him. He had a strength that I'd underestimated before now. I could feel it in the way he held me, like he was afraid to use too much force. Like he had to be delicate.
He kissed me like he'd been meaning to every night I'd been there. There was a rumble in the way he reached to tilt my chin and pressed his mouth firm against mine, our breaths fevered, already uniting and acting as one.
He lowered the straps of my night gown gently, his lips moving from my lips to my neck and then shoulders. He lifted his eyes to mine as he continued to down, lowering the top of the nightgown until slowing baring my breasts. The large aureoles rose to attention and hardened to a point under his gaze.
His lips met mine again, hungrily, feverishly before he lowered me onto the bed and turned his attention to them, sucking and nipping them into his mouth until his kiss set out to explore more of me, the storm in his eyes stirring a similar dance of emotion and sensation at my core.
I sucked in a breath when he found the edges of my panties and pulled the lace down, his gaze flicking up to meet my gaze as he spread my thighs. His lips covered me, sliding over the small tuft of hair at the top of my mound and the bare skin beneath it. I shuddered with sensitivity as he kissed and sucked and entered me with his tongue, pulling himself back before I lost myself altogether.
I shuddered as he rose up to eye level again, and his lips were on mine, then. I kissed him feverishly, my tongue dancing with his as he pressed himself against me. I nipped his lips and undid the button of his pants then dragged the clasp of his zipper down until he was free.
I gasped when my fingers closed around him. He was huge. Thick and long, and the thought of him inside of me made me dizzy.
My eyes fluttered open to find him staring at me, and my thumb felt the glistening at the tip of his cock and the circle of material he slipped into my other hand. I kissed him with abandon and unrolled the circle, slipping it over him easily.
He lowered his kisses to my neck again, and I helped him kick off his jeans.
Our eyes met as he poised himself between my thighs, gently easing himself inside of me. I bit my lip and leaned my head toward him, rewarded again with his kiss as he took his time entering me. I was excited, but I'd never been with anyone his size before. It took some getting used to.
He proved a gentle lover though, rough only when my body responded to him with demands to thrust harder and deeper. I had to take care to keep my nails from marking up his back, when he got going, filling me completely with each thrust.
I relished his kiss and the feel of each stroke once I'd relaxed myself around him. I was so wet after awhile that I took him easily, and