Desire pooled between my legs. This man was going to be inside of me.
I kissed him, hungry and needy. He slid his fingers against my seam, and I gasped from the delicious contact.
Finally, the little wallflower inside me preened. I'd bloomed bigger and better than she ever could've dreamed, loved by a good man who'd
He touched me intimately, firm and confident. His fingers were thick. Big hands. Big dick, I bet. Even if it wasn't, I was so down for this man. Through staggered kisses and ragged moans, I caressed his jaw, keeping him close to me, breathing the same air, the same need.
He took his time slipping one finger in, then another, the stretch and pull driving me wild.
“Zack, please.” I rubbed my chest against his chest for even more friction from him and the towel. Every hair on my body prickled. My heels scraped the cabinet and his leg, desperate to hold on and release in orgasm.
The last finger standing, his pinky, brushed lower than the rest.
I gaped at him. Was he going to play with my ass?
With a satisfied smirk, he swiped his thumb across my clit and thrust inside me with abandon, but kept his pinky out, like this was the classy way to finger his girlfriend on her kitchen counter.
I swore and rocked against his hand. This damned marble was going to bruise my ass, but I was too far gone to care. I clutched Zack’s shoulders and tightened around him to let go of everything else. None of it mattered.
The world blurred in pleasure, in orgasm.
I shuddered and gasped. The overhead kitchen lights provided a halo effect around Zack. My lover, my rock star, my quarterback.
I was some kind of goddess on the altar of sex. Or connection. Love was a stretch, even if it tightened through every fiber of my being as I came on his hand. But I did feel this wonderful glow inside whenever I held him that had nothing to do with an orgasm. I felt it when he laughed, when his eyes crinkled around the edges or his voice boomed through the stacks. Something about him spoke to my very bones, threading my admiration for him with fiery passion.
He kissed me and eased his ministrations. “Are you sensitive, or do you want another?”
“I want more.” I massaged his bulge through the front of his pants with slow, post-orgasm satisfaction.
He leaned into my touch. His thick cock throbbed for attention under the fabric. “Here?” he rasped.
“Anywhere,” I said, and opened my towel-dress. My tits piqued in the cool air. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and arched my back for a flattering angle.
His pupils swelled to black discs. I was half-certain some sexy rock song was blasting away in his brain while blood flowed to his dick.
I wiggled my shoulders a little and smirked. Who knew I’d have this kind of effect on the quarterback? I caressed my breasts and asked, “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” He set his wallet on the island, then hurried to undress.
“I like the hustle.” I giggled, retrieving the packet.
“We waited long enough.” He yanked his shirt over his head, messing up his cropped hair.
“Yes, we have.” I smoothed the soft locks down, then cupped his cheek. He mirrored the gesture with his free hand, and a knot of affection tightened in my gut. I’d been drawn to him since high school: his popularity, his confidence, his loud voice, his banging body, and big dreams. Now, I had all those things on my own, to some degree. And he wanted me.
I didn’t need him for people to like me. I didn’t need him for security or orgasms or anything. When he looked at me like this, though, the warm glow in my soul was better than anything catwalk lights could do. It was like the sun itself had chosen me.
We drew each other into another kiss. I couldn’t get enough of the hard planes of his body. My hands wandered, as did our lips, sewing affection into each other’s shoulders, necks, cheeks, and chests. He kicked off his underwear and pants, barely breaking our rhythm of need. His shaft rubbed against my thighs, then grazed my waiting heat.
He hissed and jerked his hips back. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’ll get the protection.” My hands trembled as I unwrapped the condom, then rolled it onto his shaft. This was really happening. His thick, hot cock was going to be inside of me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, bracing my legs up on either side of his hips.
I scooted closer to him and let out a breath. “I’m excited too.”
This had been a long time coming.
