She gave Caleb a gentle push back toward the bed. He took the hint and scooted back and lay down. She climbed on top and straddled his hips. He immediately put his hands on her, covering her breasts, her waist, her belly. He slid his fingers under the underwire of her bra, so she reached back and unhooked it, then pulled it off. He groaned in response.
“Do you feel less awkward now?” she asked.
“Not awkward at all.” He bucked his hips against her, and she could feel he was hard. “I want you to ride me just like this.”
“That can be arranged.”
She pushed his shirt up his chest, and he leaned up to pull it off. She had to stand back up to take off her jeans, unfortunately, but Caleb made the most of losing contact and took off his own pants and underwear. When Lauren straddled him again, they were both naked.
“Feels like we need more foreplay,” Caleb said, sitting up slightly and taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Nope. I’ve been thinking about this since dinner. I want you inside me now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll ride you like a motorcycle.”
He laughed softly and shifted their position slightly on the bed. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?”
“Well, no. It was an expression.”
“Lauren?”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
Lauren leaned down to kiss him, and as she slid her tongue into his mouth, she felt his erection poking at the entrance to her body. She shifted her hips slightly, and one of his hands went between them, and then he entered her slightly.
She stood up, taking him inside her in one fluid motion.
“Oh, god,” he said.
That’s what she wanted. She wanted him messy and panting and out of his mind with lust. She moved against him, bracing her hands on his chest and lifting her hips on and off him. He bucked his hips a few times, as though frustrated he couldn’t set the pace, but this was hers. She was in charge here.
He thrust his hands into her hair, brought their lips together to kiss her, cupped her breasts in his hands. When she sat back up, he put one hand on her hip to try to control the pace and the other danced over one of her nipples.
This. This right here. This was what she wanted. He filled her up, touched all the best places, made her feel like the only thing in the whole world that mattered was the connection made by their bodies. She could likely come just from the way he touched her chest, but the fact that he was also bucking against her as she rode him was creating exactly the kind of friction that would get her there even faster.
And suddenly, all that mattered was getting to that orgasm, was tumbling over the cliff with him. She rode him hard, fast, loving the way his body rubbed against hers. And just when she was about to fly apart, he said, “Holy shit, I’m gonna come.”
She got there first, the orgasm bursting within her. She threw her head back and settled her knees into the mattress as she rode it out. A moment later, he grasped her hips and seemed to stop breathing as he shook a little. She felt him come inside her, just as her fingers and toes uncurled.
Later, when they were lying beside each other, sated but still out of breath, she said, “We do that pretty well.”
“We do. I never expected this.”
“Good sex?”
“Good sex with a woman who I find incredibly sexy and also sometimes challenging.”
“Is ‘challenging’ your nice way of saying ridiculous?”
“Maybe. Don’t hate me.”
She patted his chest. “Fortunately for you, I don’t.”
And she really didn’t. But she was starting to feel things that were troubling considering they weren’t in a real relationship.
