She buried her flaming face against one arm, mind snagged on the delicious image of herself bent over the side of the bed with Tom kneeling behind her, his face buried in her pussy. Both of them still mostly dressed. It washot.
Tom’s thumbs spread her for his mouth, and tension coiled faster than she could have thought possible. She held her eyes firmly shut as he devoured her. She couldn’t have thought of colors. Or numbers. She didn’t count how many times his lips and tongue rolled over her, because her mind went blank and fuzzy with sensation. It never happened this quickly for her. Her orgasm wasn’t its usual slow, twisting climb up an impossibly high summit but a hard, careening rush that rocked through her body like a sudden impact with the floor. She gasped, immediately sensitive and aware of the textures of Tom’s mouth.
“Already?” Tom said, sitting back on his heels and rubbing his jaw with one palm. “God, I’m amazing.”
Rose tried to turn over to look at him—to laugh with him, thank him—but Tom stopped her with a hand on her lower back as he stood up. She didn’t have the time to feel self-conscious again, because Tom was moving decisively.
“No, no,” he said. “I’m not done with you. Stay still.”
He didn’t bother to undress, just undid his jeans, shoved them to his ankles, and let her feel his hard cock pressed against the seam of her body. Oh. She was already adrift. She felt the need to grip the world to hold on to herself because she was lost in the moment. Her hands weren’t secured to anything but each other, but she knit them together and went on her toes again when he notched the tip of himself against her core.
“Breathe, baby,” he said, rubbing his hand over her lower back.
She’d once had the idea that the two of them were fundamentally built on different scales, like puzzle pieces from different sets, and this position had always made him feel impossibly big. He had to work at her, coaxing her body open every time. Even the wetness from her previous orgasm didn’t make it much easier, and there was nothing she could do to control the angle or the speed at which he filled her. She just arched her feet and took it, inch by inch, until Tom’s weight was spread over her back and her mind was wiped entirely clean by the hot press of Tom’s body inside hers.
He hadn’t even moved yet, and her heart was pounding as though she’d run a marathon. Tom lowered his face to the side of her neck and ran the flat of his tongue against her pulsethere. The unexpected sensation jolted her, and he slid fractionally deeper inside her.
Sighing with satisfaction, Tom wrapped one arm around her chest and splayed his palm over her collarbones, just over her heart. “There,” he said, rolling his hips experimentally. And, yes, there. Exactly there. Preciselythere, which nobody else in the world would ever know but him.
It made her head swim like a third glass of wine, the sensations he was pulling out of her with every slide of his hips. It was slow, but not lazy. Controlled, but only by him. In and out. This was new, the intimacy of his focus on each tight movement.
“I want you to come again,” he said, each word clipped with effort.
She wanted that too, but that usually didn’t happen. Tom was the only one who’d ever consistently gotten her there the first time. He gave a sucking kiss to the side of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and let her feel the edge of his teeth on the muscle of her shoulder. Her body tightened with desire, but she could barely predict her next breath, let alone whether this deluge of sensation was going to wash into another orgasm. She couldn’t think herself into or out of it. She could barely think at all.
“I know you weren’t bluffing,” Tom rasped out. “So you’ve got to do this one thing for me. If you’re gonna make me top you, you’re going to at least come on my fucking cock.”
This was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to her, and she would have done anything for him at that moment. She wanted to do everything he asked. Faster than she’d thought possible, she was lost in such a vibrating rush of feeling that shewas barely aware of Tom freezing in place, his palm clenching against her chest. She’d done it, hadn’t she? She’d been good. Her body was floating like dandelion fluff, though Tom’s weight anchored her to the bed. He pressed his forehead against the mattress next to her, weight falling over her back.
“Shit,” Tom said.
26
The post-sex shuffle didn’t have to be very awkward. Rose might not be built for strength, and she might not be built for speed, but by God was she ever built for cuddling. She could cuddle like a champion. Thirty minutes of spooning while they listened to Adele was her core competency. Her heartbeat had begun to slow, and she felt adored and cared for and very much in love with the man in bed with her. She just needed perhaps ninety seconds to scamper off to the bathroom to take care of some biological realities—and also for Tom to help untie her. Tom, however, was wrapped tightly around her, his chin digging into her scalp, and his attitude was brooding.
“Did you hurt your knee again?” she guessed, covertly trying to wiggle her wrists free. Things had been pretty intense for the last couple of minutes, and he wasn’t wearing his brace.
He grunted a negative, wrapping his arms more tightly around her. When she squeaked, he seemed to realize that she was still anchored to the feet of the bed. He sat up and began untying her.
“Tom? Are you okay?”
Rose felt deliciously floaty. Tom looked shaken.
“I—” He sighed. “You’re still on the pill, right?”
Rose snorted and relaxed at that being the thing he was worried about. God. Even tied down, she’d worried she’d somehow hurt him. She jerked her dress back down over her hips and smoothed her hair out of her face. “A little delayed on that question,” she teased him.
Tom winced, finally getting the last knot around her ankles undone and standing up to put his own clothing to rights. “I was going to pull out,” he defended himself.
“Oh yeah, I could totally tell,” she said, grinning at him. “During that part where you were saying how perfect I felt, especially.”
“I was! I was planning to,” he said, face twisting with concern. “I thought I could—well. I couldn’t.”
Rose laughed and reached to pull him back to her, glad he wasn’t hurt or worried about something serious. She wanted to pet him and soothe him, because she was feeling amazing, and he deserved all the kudos for turning her mood around. “Just as well. I would have thought you were trying to do it in a porny way, and I wouldnothave appreciated that.”
“You’re welcome,” Tom said, but his expression was still troubled.
Rose went to the bathroom to clean up, and when she got out, Tom was sitting on the bed, arms crossed and not looking thrilled to have just railed her brains out, like he should have.
