“Tonight?” She flushed. “I’m not a closet nymphomaniac. I just… I still want you. I’m tired, and I came twice.Twice.” She kissed him again. “But it’s not enough.”
“No, it’s not.” He put her hand on his cock, wrapping her fingers around him. “I’m thick and long. But now I’m soft. And I want you touching me.” He brushed his fingers through her hair. “I can’t believe how hard you made me with that sweet little tongue and those soft lips. I mean, Maggie, I feel like I’m dating an Olympic gold sex-lete.”
She laughed. “Or an Olympic gold cocksucker.”
“Wow, do you have a dirty mouth.” He kissed her again, Frenching her until that spark of want flared. “My only regret about tonight is we couldn’t do it doggie style.”
“My stupid arm.”
“We’ll have to wait until it’s healed.” Wait, what had he just said? It would take weeks for her arm to be on the mend enough to put some real pressure on it. But her happiness washed away any sense of caution.
“Yeah.” She smiled.
He sighed, content to lie with her in bed, stroking her bare skin.
After some time had passed, she murmured, “We never did get to the strawberry cheesecake.”
“We probably should. I need my energy, after all.”
Maggie leaned up and nodded, looking serious. “And you should drink more water. I would hate to send you back to work dehydrated. Especially because at some point, I’m sure to suck you dry.”
Yep. Definitely a jerk between his legs.
She smirked at him.
“Feed me, woman. Then I’ll feed you some of that cock you like so much.” He gripped himself.
She put a hand over his, slicking her fingers through his slit. She brought her fingers to her mouth, her gaze on his, and licked.
He shivered.
Maggie laughed. “Come on. Never let it be said you went home…hungry.”
***
Maggie couldn’t believe how freeing it had been to finally have sex with Reggie. Like the dam that breaks, relieving so much massive pressure from a buildup, Maggie’s body felt both loose and energized. She couldn’t believe she’d come twice in one night with a man.
She and Reggie kept looking at each other and smiling as they ate their strawberry cheesecake to the lovely sound of some jazz music Reggie played through her speaker. Something his father particularly liked, he’d told her.
He sat in just his shorts, his glorious chest bare, and spooned up his dessert. The man had an appetite for sure. And just thinking that made her libido bubble and boil deep inside.Churned up, that’s me.
She smiled at him and licked her spoon, not trying to be suggestive, just not wanting to waste a taste of whipped cream.
His gaze darkened. “Keep teasing me and you’re going to find out how I handle bad girls.” He paused. “That was pretty lame, wasn’t it?”
“Not bad. But your dirty talk needs more work.”
“How about, after we finish, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight?”
“Better.”
He grinned, his expression just this side of wicked.
Maggie sensed a softening in the giant, an emotional relief that hadn’t been there before. Whether, like her, he’d been pent up physically or just not sure of her in general, Reggie had been more serious when they’d started their friendship. But now he seemed so relaxed, and so freaking handsome. Beyond handsome. Gorgeous. His brown skin glowed with vigor, the sheen of light over his muscles highlighting a work of art. His smile, always lovely, now made her want to kiss him all the time, to feel that smile pressing against her lips.
She still couldn’t believe she’d made love with him. A man like Reggie, handsome, a firefighter, smart, could have any woman he wanted. Yet he’d wanted her.
She hugged that nugget to her chest and tried to stop acting so dorky about her crush.
