“Have me,” he said, his voice husky.
My body nearly erupted at the words.
Have him. However, I wanted him. He was mine for the taking.
I pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him. He watched as I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his thickness, the heat of him, the pulsing beneath the skin. I watched his face as I stroked him and then leaned down, licking up and around him before taking every inch of him in my mouth until I felt him at the back of my throat.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my hair as he thrust into my mouth. “Lior.”
He pulled me gently from him and I looked up to see the need in his eyes. Grabbing the condom from the bedside table I straddled him and took one of his hands.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He grasped my hips with both hands and began drawing circles around my clit, making me move above him, hovering inches above his dick which was practically begging to be taken. I lowered down a fraction of an inch, letting the head of him just barely press against my opening.
He moved fast, flipping me onto my back and looming over me before grabbing the condom from where I’d left it on the pillow beside us. I heard the rip of the wrapper and then he was kneeling between my legs, his eyes on mine as he entered me slowly, spreading me, filling me, pushing… taking. I grasped onto him, pressing him further into me, pulling him down to me so that his chest was against mine.
“Kiss me,” I said.
“Kiss me,” he said.
And I did. I kissed him with an abandon I didn’t know I had, letting go of the worry that he was just here because of who I was, and just taking what I wanted from him as our bodies, slick with sweat, found a rhythm all on their own.
He pulled away and got on his knees, pulling me with him, one hand on my waist as he held me where he wanted me, the other between my legs, his thumb rubbing me into oblivion.
I writhed, but he held on tight, watching as he pushed inside me over and over, the friction building until I came apart and, a moment later, with a final thrust, he let go, his entire body tensing as he came hard and hot inside me.
Spent, he pulled me to my side and laid with me, our bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways.
“Well,” he said. “I think we might need another shower.”
I laughed against his chest.
“I went for a run to get you out of my head,” he said, his voice soft. “And then there you were.” He twisted a lock of my hair around his finger.
“Funny. I went for a run to get you out of my head.”
“How did that go for you?”
I leaned back and let my eyes move down the length of his body.
“Pretty good, I think. You?”
He leaned over and gave me a soft, slow kiss before moving away and staring into my eyes.
“Best run I ever had.”
Chapter 27
Graham
We fell asleep and I woke an hour later to Lior’s hand on my chest and my body and brain battling it out.
I’d just had incredible sex with a beautiful woman I actually liked. She was funny, kind, sexy as hell… Every inch of her body intertwined with mine felt more right than any other had. Ever.
What had we done?
“Are you freaking out right now?” Her voice was sleepy.
