He obeyed, deftly easing her out of her own clothing, then staring at perfection with wide eyes. He was never going to last, and wouldn’t that be a sad testament to his ability as a lover.
“I don’t care about anything right now but having sex.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, still staring, and had to touch her. He cupped her breasts, bending to lick her nipples and groaning when she sighed his name. Like a dream come true, she responded to him with sighs and frantic movement.
When her small hand wrapped around his dick, he nearly lost it.
“Fuck, Piper. Not yet,” he growled, crazed to be inside her.
“Then hurry up,” she growled back.
Knowing she wanted him made it that much more difficult to keep himself in check.
Somehow, they made it to the bed, him on top, and he tongued her breasts, sucking as he rubbed against her, feeling bigger and thicker than he ever had before. God, the woman made him want.
She gripped his hair, writhing under him. Then she pulled, and she was kissing him again, her appetite as great if not greater than his. Her lips and tongue drove every rational thought from him, so that when she insisted he fuck her, he did.
He let her guide him to her sex, and then he was sliding inside.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
She cried out when he seated himself balls-deep, her body gloving him, squeezing him, so that every thrust inside her grew torturous. The friction of her tight little body, and her kisses to his chest and shoulders, making it impossible to slow down.
“I’m coming,” she gasped and gripped him inside her like a vise.
Piper made breathy little sounds that sent him over the edge, until he was pumping harder, encouraged by her cries of “more.”
“Fuck.” I’m coming so hard. His release obliterated all thought, though he heard himself moaning as he pumped, jetting inside Piper and relaxing into a bliss so pure and unreal he had a tough time coming back to himself.
When he finally caught his breath, he realized he was crushing her and hurriedly rolled them over, keen to stay inside her, where it was snug and hot.
Inside her.
Inside her without a condom.
Oh shit.
He should have been more upset about that fact, but the truth was he’d just been given his idea of heaven on a Piper-sized platter. So he closed his eyes and hugged her to him, her head on his chest fitting perfectly.
“God, that was fantastic.” Piper kissed his chest, and he moaned with happiness. “And you still feel hard inside me.”
“I am. Half hard.” He sighed. “You’re so tight, Piper. I want to fuck you all over again.” And again, and again. Forever.
She chuckled. “I can’t believe we did that.”
I can. I’ve been dreaming about it since I hit puberty. “I’m so glad.”
She pushed up on his chest, and he looked up into her slumbrous eyes. “I’m glad too.” She turned shy all of a sudden. “So, um, can we talk about this?”
He closed his eyes. “Do we have to?”
She tugged at his chest hair, not that he had much of it, but still. “Ow.”
“Grant, look at me.”
He opened his eyes, dreading her next words, not ready to hear her regret when he continued to drift on happy theta waves of pleasure.
“I want to do this again.”
