“What?” she asked again, this time with a biting edge to the word.
“Didn’t exactly see this comin’…” He braced himself above her once again, trying to ignore the sight of her naked beneath him, her legs spread wide, her tits pointed directly toward his mouth. Except there was no ignoring any of it, and his cock twitched, brushing against her as it did so. “Ignore that.”
“Don’t think I can.” She hooked her legs around him again, pulling him down until his cock nestled perfectly against her.
“Fuck, you’re killin’ me,” he said on a groan. “I want inside you.”
She tugged his head down toward her and nipped his ear. “So, get inside me. I got tested last month, and I’m clear.”
Normally, he wouldn’t even consider going bareback—he’d never once had sex without a condom—but this wasn’t some random bed partner he was spending the night with. And he’d never been this tempted by a woman. “Me, too. You still have your IUD?”
“Mhmm,” she said, a sinful smile curving her lips as she ran her nails up his scalp.
He’d never trust anyone else at their word with something as important as this, but she wasn’t just anyone. This was Nat. His best friend.
Now, his wife.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” she asked even as she hooked her feet into his waistband and started shoving his sweatpants down his hips.
“You’re good at that.”
“If that’s all it takes to impress you, I’m about to blow your mind.”
He breathed out a laugh and shook his head. “Never had a doubt.”
After kicking off his pants, he hovered over her, blinking through a dozen different ways he wanted to fuck her, before finally settling right back between her legs. He wanted her to ride him, wanted to bend her over the bed, wanted to pin her to the wall and not stop until he could no longer hold them up. But more than any of that, for their first time, he wanted to feel every inch of her. Kiss her and stare into her eyes when she came undone beneath him.
His breath caught as he slid his cock through her wetness, his muscles trembling as he held back. “Still sure?”
“What did I say?” She reached between them and gripped him, stroking twice before notching his length at her entrance.
He slipped inside, just an inch, and his breath caught at the tight fist of her pussy. “Fuck,” he breathed, bracing his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re not gonna regret this in the mornin’.”
Her eyes softened as much as he’d ever seen, and she slid her hands around his neck, catching his mouth with hers. She parted her lips immediately, their tongues twisting as he clenched his ass to keep from driving deep.
“I could never regret you, Ash.” She nipped his lower lip. “Now finish provin’ me wrong.”
Groaning, he pushed forward, sliding into her in one deep thrust. She gasped as she stared up at him with something that looked an awful lot like awe in her eyes. With every thrust of his hips, every slide deep inside, he lost himself in her. In the feel of her body beneath him, surrounding him. In her gasps of pleasure, her whispered cries of his name.
He knew her a thousand different ways, but he’d never known this.
“Christ, why is this so good?” he asked, pulling out before sliding back inside, taking her slow and deep.
“So fucking good,” she echoed, her eyes rolling back at his next thrust.
He palmed the outside of her thigh, hooking her leg higher, adjusting the angle enough to allow him to slide even deeper. He ran his hand over the flare of her hips, up the curve of her waist. Cupped a breast and sucked the tip into his mouth while she rolled her hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
“I take back everything,” she said through panting breaths. “Stacey was a liar.”
He breathed out a laugh, then groaned when her pussy rippled around him, squeezing tight. “Fuck. I’m close.”
“Wait for me.” Her hand disappeared between them, the back of it running along his clenched abs. And then she was touching herself, and he was going out of his goddamn mind, his resolve dust at his feet.
He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body going taut as he tried to think about anything in the world other than the fact that Nat was rubbing her clit so she could come all over his cock. He sped up his pace, his hips snapping against hers while the headboard echoed each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together peppered their labored breaths and Nat’s throaty moans until they mingled in the best piece of music he could’ve ever hoped to write.
“Now,” she breathed, tugging his face to hers, panting against his mouth as her legs tightened around his thrusting hips, her fingers a flurry against her clit.
He groaned, sealing their lips together as her orgasm tugged his straight from his soul, the pleasure ripping through his insides as he spilled himself inside her with nothing between them.
