“We’ll have to dance at the ball, so call this practice.” He gently guided me to him as he rested his chin against the side of my head.
On the first day of school, he’d said he didn’t dance, but he was quite the dancer. Then again, I guessed he had to be if he attended the debutante ball every year.
We swayed to the music, me following his lead. After a minute, he twirled me around, and I couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella. Then he let go of me, and one side of his mouth ticked up as he started unbuckling his belt.
My heart kicked into gear. Hell, it was already sprinting. Ithadbeen since I’d walked into his room. One minute, I was shaking; the next, laughing; the next, falling for this boy who was making my heart soar.
I clapped and giggled as I watched in awe of how he was swaying his hips, slowly pushing his pants down. I went up to him and helped him wiggle out of his clothes. Then, as the song was hitting a crescendo, we began taking off my clothes. When the song ended, we were both completely naked, feeling each other. I traced dips and valleys on his chest and abs before I had my hand around his silky, warm erection. But I lost my grip when he bent over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched into him, running my hands through his soft locks. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, while his expert fingers coasted along my butt and my legs. When his mouth was oh so close to my lady parts, he peered up at me, his eyes full of arousal as they held me prisoner.
My breathing grew shallow, my stomach fluttering with anticipation. I nodded as I moistened my lips.
He continued kissing until his tongue snaked out and licked my clit. I opened my stance, and he licked again as I held on to his head. My legs shook as my belly twisted into a glorious knot. I moaned as he drew me to the edge until my moans became one loud scream. He kissed his way back up my body, while I tried to slow my breathing.
He stopped to tease and play with my nipples before he raised his head and sucked in my bottom lip. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t let go of me, or I might collapse.”
He shuffled us over to the bed. “Sit.” Then he snatched a condom from the nightstand. Within seconds, he had the condom on and was hovering over me with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. Without warning, he pushed inside me. “Oh fuck.” He froze, briefly closing his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
“It’s been a while.” I grasped his hips. “Hold one second.” My body needed a second to accept him.
Pain etched his handsome features as his hair fell forward. “Put those long legs around me. That might help.”
He began to rock into me, slow and steady. I matched every thrust as we spewed noises together. I’d never had an orgasm when a boy was inside me. But Train was hitting a spot that sent shivers through my body. The more we moved together, the wetter I got, and the more he groaned, the more my belly knotted.
He picked up his pace, both of us sweating. When he thrust into me again, I clamped down on his erection. He stiffened and grunted loudly before he said my name.
I blew out a breath before he gave me the most beautiful smile that melted me where I lay.
A drop of sweat hit my face as he lowered his head and kissed me. “Maybe I can go longer the second time around.”
I did orgasm way too fast as well. “Longer, shorter, it doesn’t matter, as long as we please each other. Besides, we can do it again and again.” I was turned on, just seeing how I affected him.
“You are without a doubt my addiction. Sex or not, fast or slow, you’re amazing.”
“Ditto.” I prayed, though, that coming down off an orgasm wasn’t clouding his judgment.
