“You sure about this, babe?”
“Oh, yes.” I watch in fascination as he leans to one side to roll the condom on.
Then his bulk is pressing me into the mattress, lips finding mine hungrily. The hair on his chest lightly tickles my breasts, but all I can think about is having him inside me. I spread my legs and he settles between them, using one hand to position himself at my dripping entrance.
“You’re so wet,” he moans, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I need you, Bodi.” My voice sounds a little whiny but I don’t care. If he doesn’t do it soon, I’m going to combust on the spot.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he presses in using restraint that’s impressive. He fills me slowly, eyes boring into mine the whole time, and I open to take every inch. He’s powerful, all man, and I’ve never been this mesmerized during sex. Or ever. It’s not just the physical connection but the way he makes me feel—like I’m the only thing in the world right now.
“Jesus, woman, your pussy was made just for me.”
God, I love hearing that, and my body reacts all on its own.
He thrusts in and pulls out, eyes still not leaving mine, and my world is reduced to nothing but this. Him. Us.
“Damn, baby, this is so God damn good.”
He’s not kidding—I’ve never felt so well-fucked. Or so adored.
And we’re just getting started.
Best of all, as I stare into his beautiful blue eyes, the connection between us is both undeniable and unexpected.Intercourse has never had this effect on me but making love with Bodi grounds me in a way nothing else ever has.
Like this is where I’m supposed to be—and exactly who I’m supposed to be with.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Bodi
Fuck.
I didn’t think we’d end up here tonight—doingthis—but now that we are, it’s fucking incredible. And not just because it’s been a couple of months since I got laid. Sweet lips begging for attention, soft breasts pushing against my chest, and a warm, wet pussy devouring my cock. Not to mention this beautiful woman gazing up at me like I just hung the moon.
“You feel so good, Jayne,” I whisper. Her eyes start to close but I shake my head. “No, don’t shut me out. Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you, baby.”
Long legs wrap around my waist, allowing me to go deeper and her eyes roll back in her head.
“That’s it, baby… Take it all.” I rock my hips, switching up the angle, and a long, low moan escapes her.
Fingernails graze my back as I pull out to the tip and gently thrust back in. I watch her face, anxious to figure out exactly what will get her off. My gut tells me she needs it a little rough, a little gritty, so I reach for her hands, gathering them in one ofmine. Then I hold them over her head and snap my hips against hers.
Yup.
Her eyes roll back again and she moans.
I drop my head and roughly capture her lips, tongue driving deep into her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, hips rising and falling each time I thrust into her. I want to go slow, savor this first time together, but it feels too good. She feels too good. The connection between us is remarkable, and that says a lot considering my track record. I’m not the type who lets my dick override my brain or, worse, my heart but something is happening here.
Something I really like. And it goes way beyond the physical. My connection to Jayne was evident almost immediately and now that we’re as intimate as two people can be, I can’t get enough. Pulses of pleasure are already zipping down my spine, alerting me that I’m going to get off—but not before her.
“Bodi, please!” she whimpers against my mouth. “Harder.”
Oh, fuck yes.
I pick up speed, slamming into her so hard I feel her hip bones press into my torso every time I bottom out. But there’s no slowing down, no stopping?—
