He grunted. “Yes.”
“Just a second.” She sank down a little deeper, taking him all the way. And then she began to move, starting off slow at first, just bobbing up and down, her body tight around his, and then picking up the pace when her own climax began to brew and threatened to unleash.
“P-pinch my clit,” she panted, angling over his body so that they were face to face.
He did as he was told, his other hand coming up to tweak and twist her nipples, but the combination of it all was just too much. His hands on her body, his cock in her ass, filling her, splitting her, taking her, and when she dared to look up and catch his eyes, the way he was looking at her, with so much … possession, so much awe, she was a goner. Finding his shoulder, she bit down hard and gave over to the demand of her body. Unleashing the pleasure and letting it take over.
His shoulder muffled her pleas as she convulsed around him, every cell in her body on fire as the climax ripped through her in unyielding waves. White lights flashed behind her closed eyes, and the sounds of Brock’s release filled her ears. She milked his cock and watched him as he gradually came down from hisrelease, shuddering as the last of it drained him of all his energy.
When he finally opened his eyes, his beauty momentarily winded her. Especially since as soon as he saw her, he smiled. It was a boyish smile. A smile of thanks and gratitude. But also with the subtle lip tilt of a cocky bugger who’d just accomplished the unthinkable.
Tears burned behind Krista’s eyes when the realization hit her like an anvil to the chest. Holy crap, she loved this man. She barely knew a thing about him, but what she did know, she loved.
They did the awkward post-coital dance and shuffle, and she tiptoed off to the bathroom, leaving him naked and possibly passed out in front of the fire.
When she returned, he had thoughtfully grabbed them each a glass of water and placed Krista’s on the hearth. She took a greedy sip, not caring at all that a fair percentage of it dripped down her bare chest. Brock ducked off to the washroom and was back moments later. Then they went to the task of getting dressed and pulling up the covers. The fire had died down to a soft burnt orange glow, and the clock in the dining room said it was well past midnight.
As her head hit the pillow, she was suddenly overcome with exhaustion. This entire night had been a whirlwind.
“So … can I ask how in your thirty-six sexy years you’ve never managed to have anal sex?” she finally asked after they’d lain there for a few minutes, quietly listening to the fire sizzle and pop and cast shadows on the far wall.
“Opportunity just never came up. I haven’t been withthatmany women, you know.”
Holy hell, were they going to have the numbers conversation? “How many have you been with?”
“Fourteen.”
“Oh, that’s not very many. You’re right. Several long-term relationships then?” Was he not going to ask her how many people she’d been with?
“No. Maybe one or two, but as you may have noticed, I’m not exactly … ”
She snorted. “Friendly?”
His body shook with quiet laughter. “I was going to say a people person, but friendly fits. A few one-night stands, a few relationships, a few fuck buddies.”
“Oh.” They were quiet for a while again. Was he seriously not going to ask her her number? “You want to know my number?”
“Only if you want to share it.”
She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, suddenly grateful that they were both staring at the ceiling and he couldn’t see her face and she couldn’t see his. “I’ve been with eight.”
Maybe it was her imagination, but she could have sworn she heard an exhale of relief. But to Krista, eight was high. She came from a town where most girls married their high school sweetheart, so their fuck number was one. So with a number like eight, Krista was a trollop in Tanner Ridge.
“Eight guys are not very many at all,” he finally said. “The way you were breathing heavily just now had me thinking you were going to be in the triple digits.”
She bit her lip again. “Uh … eightpeople.”
He turned over onto his side, propping his head in his hand. “You’ve been with women?”
She nodded, deliberately not turning to face him. The ceiling was much easier to look at. “Yes.”
“How many?”
“Two.”
“Was it … ?”
“One was in a threesome. One was just the two of us.” Finally, because she couldn’t take it any longer, she shifted and faced him. “Does this change your opinion of me?”
