“Oh, shit. Ryan!” Her hands delved into my hair. “Just like that.”
There were no thoughts of teasing her. I wanted to hear and feel this woman come. I continued with the same rhythm as I drove her closer to the edge.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried, tugging at the roots of my hair. “Please don’t stop.”
Although it was appreciated, I didn’t need encouragement. There was no way I could stop until her release bathed my tongue. My head was sandwiched between her thighs before she even told me she was close. I could feel the tension building in her body, her grip tightening around me. Her breath grew shallow as her body trembled.
Then she released a sexy grunt. “Oh, Ryan,” she sighed.
It felt good knowing I had brought her to that moment. I planned to bring her a few more releases before the night was over, but first I wanted to be balls deep in her sweet pussy.
As if hearing my thoughts, her thighs fell open, releasing me. She gave me a tired, sexy smile as I rose from between her thighs.
“That was… um, nice.” She tilted her head and nibbled on her forefinger.
“Let’s see if we can do better than nice.”
“I’m sure you can.” Her voice deepened.
I ripped open the packet and then rolled on the condom. For the briefest moment, something flickered in her eyes as I joined her on the bed, but it was gone before I could identify it. It was enough to sound an alarm, though. There could be no room for uncertainty when consent was concerned.
“You good?” I asked, gripping her thighs.
“Of course.” She nodded.
“And our sleeping together is what you want?”
Under my watchful gaze, she nodded again, putting to rest any hesitation I had. My arms bracketed her head as I leaned down to kiss her.
Her warmth circled the crown of my cock as I gently eased inside her and pushed forward an inch until I met with resistance. A resistance I shouldn’t have been feeling.
I broke the kiss immediately, looking down at her. My brain refused to believe what both of our bodies were telling me. How was this shit possible?
“What?” she squeaked.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Jo?” I asked, finally rolling to the side. My gaze remained trained on her.
The last conversation I expected to have was about the alluring woman I encountered at the reception being a virgin. Especially not after my intimate moment with her.
“Well, what do you mean?”
“Don’t play innocent,” I said, shaking my head. “Although I suppose you aren’t playing innocent, are you? What the hell, Jo?”
She rolled her eyes at me. This woman, who was going to let me take her virginity without giving me a heads-up, was looking at me as if I were annoying her. Her dismissive attitude only added to my frustration, leaving me questioning who the hell I was in bed with.
“Listen, let’s not make a big deal out of this.”
Jo couldn’t be serious. The last time I took someone’s virginity I was eighteen, and she had been my high school sweetheart. It was awkward as hell the first time. I swore I would never do it again. I had done so successfully avoided it for twenty-eight years.
“No, this is a big deal,” I insisted. “Why would you do this?”
Jo stared at me blankly.
It was at that moment I decided it didn’t matter what Jo said. “The night is over.”
“Wait, it doesn’t have to be.”
CHAPTER TWO
