The air crackled between us for a split second before she threw her arms around my neck, our mouths crashing together as I staggered back—catching myself and leaning in, wrapping my hands over her hips and gripping her ass.
She moaned softly and that was nearly the end of me. “Couch,” she rasped, pushing us in that direction. I was all too happy to oblige, backing us into the living room until my calves hit the edge of her sectional and I fell into the corner of it. She climbed over my lap, knees on either side of my hips as she fisted my shirt in her hands, moving her lips along my jaw and down my neck. The heat of her thighs bracketing my legs, soft curves pressed against me everywhere—shit, this woman was going to wreck me before we even got started.
I spread my hands over her hips, feeling the tension in her thighs—she was keeping all her weight on her knees, holding herself up instead of relaxing against me.
“Sweetheart,” I nipped at her lip. “Relax.”
She shook her head slightly, her cheeks darkening as she moved her hands up around my neck again.
“Alex,” I set her away gently, holding the sides of her face so I could look into her eyes. “Please.”
“I don’t want to...” Her eyes slipped to the side as I brushed a thumb across her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Her handsstilled on my shoulders.
“Look at me,” I waited until her eyes met mine. “Ineedyou to believe me when I say I’ll be fine. I want to feel your weight against me.”
Her eyes searched mine for a moment before she slowly relaxed into my lap, the soft, all-encompassing heat from her body igniting fire in my belly. The pressure was devastating in the best way possible—better than anything I’d experienced before.
I let out a groan. “Good girl.”
Her hips rocked against me at the praise, a strangled whimper escaping her throat. The full weight of her settled against me—soft and warm and perfect—nearly undoing me right there. I gripped her ass, fingers sinking into generous curves that filled my palms perfectly, letting her ride me as her mouth returned to mine. I bit at her lower lip, soothing it with my tongue before pressing forward. Her lips parted, her tongue meeting mine as she ground against my quickly hardening cock.
“You... feel... so good,” she panted against me, pulling my hand to her chest. I kneaded and pulled at her generous breast, brushing my thumb over her hardened nipple.
She gasped against my mouth, sending heat straight through me. I made quick work of the snaps on her top, exposing her completely. She was gorgeous—all soft curves and flushed skin, her breasts full and lovely. I palmed one, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. I took it into my mouth, sucking, biting, and licking before moving to the other—addicted to the sounds I pulled from her and the way her body responded to every touch. Her movements against my cock became more frantic, and I couldn’t stop the grin tugging at my mouth at the thought of making her come.
I spread one hand against her lower back and moved my other between us—the heat and slick wetness I found there making me groan.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re so wet,” I couldn’t stop the curse fromtumbling out. I shuddered, my cock throbbing. I needed to get her off before she completely undid me and rendered me useless to please her. I made a fist, pressing my knuckle hard against her center as she bucked against me. She fell over the edge, grinding down hard—her full weight bearing down on me in the most devastating way—as she rode out her orgasm. The sounds she made, the way her body trembled and clenched, the heat and wetness soaking through my pajama pants—I’d never experienced anything better.
My body was still on fire as she started to push off me. “Stop,” I groaned, smoothing her hair away from her face and giving her a light kiss. “Sweetheart, don’t move. You might kill me.”
“Are you okay?” She nuzzled against my neck, snaking her arms around me. The weight of her against my body began to settle the buzzing happening under my skin. Her soft curves molded against me, her warmth spreading across my chest and lap—grounding me better than any breathing exercise I’d ever attempted.
“Yes,” I kissed the top of her head. “But if you move, I won’t be able to get up from this couch.”
She lifted her head just enough to kiss my jaw. “Because of the flaming wreckage you were ejected from?”
“Because I’m fuckin’ hard and one wrong move might ruin your sofa,” I huffed a laugh. “But yes. It’s hard, no pun intended, on me sometimes. I’m already tired from the evening and—”
“Why didn’t you say something?” She had the sense to nestle back down instead of sitting up more. “We didn’t have to do anything.”
“You were pretty direct in what you wanted, and I wasn’t about to turn it down,” my cheeks warmed. “And when you finally settled onto me? Shit, darlin’, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
I felt her snuggle against me more, obviously pleased by the truth.
“Isn’t it going to hurt more if you don’t…” I felt her swallow—felt the heat from her face against my shoulder, “… if you don’t take care of things?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I lied, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Then… is it okay if we never mention this again?”
“Absolutely not,” I hitched a smile, tracing circles over her back with both hands. “Already texting Dom to tell him I won at being the lucky twin.”
“He’ll be inconsolable,” she murmured.
“Good.”
I trailed my fingers over her shoulder, looking for the tattoo on her chest again. Now that I’d seen it—a feather that wasn’t longer than my thumb curving up gently above her left breast—I wanted to know more. The color transition had been striking, changing from dark purples to reds and oranges while the feather itself turned to watercolor flames. The lines were perfect, but she’d had it for a while. How had I never noticed it before?
