“Margot,” was all he could manage to reply. It was impossible to say more. His emotions were running too high. There was a low hum emanating through his skull. It was as if he’d turned into pure electricity.
“You still have your boxers on.”
“Not for long.” He started to tug down the sides, but she got there first. And then he was freed, long, thick and bared, and she was right there.
The edge of him brushed up against the edge of her, and in that place, that space where they pressed, came a rising, of thick pleasure, concentrated and extraordinary. Every muscle was taut. He was so hard. So hard and she was all lush softness. And he fell. Sliding. Slipping into the heat.
A gasp.
His or hers. Both. He didn’t know. The world was reduced to these sweet inches, the tumble into absolute pleasure. She locked her legs around him, driving him in farther until he was at the hilt, his sac nestled against her ass.
“This is it,” she gasped, her features seemingly torn between pleasure and pain. And he understood, because he was gripped by the same sensation. The goodness of this feeling and the sense that it was almost unbearably too much.
“This is what all the fuss is about,” she finished.
“I’m falling in love with you.” He hadn’t planned to say it. But as the words left his mouth he realized he meant them.
“That’s just the sex talking,” she said, putting a hand on his cheek.
“Don’t humor me.” He hiked a hand under one of her thighs, spreading her a little wider; holding himself with one hand he began to move, a slow grinding rock.
“I fucking love fucking you. But I’m also falling in love with you. They’re two separate things, but better when they’re together.”
She arched up at his words, the small of her back leaving the mattress, getting just that little bit closer.
He glanced down and saw a hint of her clit, pink and pretty in the slit. He remembered what she’d done the last time he’d been there. His mouth there, feasting, exploring, demanding. God, it had been glorious.
Now he wanted to see what would happen with his finger.
He circled once, twice and she called out his name and clenched down. When those hot wet muscles bore down on his shaft he didn’t have a chance. Not a prayer. His orgasm arrived like a force of nature; to resist would be like standing on a porch in Florida and trying to blow away a hurricane.
Pure sensation tore through him and he was lost. This time for good.
And when the quiet returned it was as if he was looking at the world made new.
“How did you know to do all that,” she whispered.
“I just move how it felt like I should.”
“You’re a natural.”
“Did you... come too?”
“No, but I was close.” She giggled to herself. “Crazy close.”
“Shit.”
“Stop! Are you kidding me? I’ve never been that close so fast ever. Never ever.”
“That was fast?”
She wrinkled her nose. “It was fast.”
“So you’re saying it’s going to get longer.”
“With your skills? Uh yeah. It’s going to get longer. Better. Everythinger.”
He pulled out with a sharp stab of regret. Not ready to have lost what he’d so recently gained.
