I couldn’t remember being with anybody more responsive than her. I tucked my other hand between us. God, she was wet all over again. I teased her crease, her clit. She bucked into my hand. “Hold on Andretti.”
Who was I kidding. I loved anticipation as much as the next guy but I was dying to get inside her. I held myself up a little and teased her with my cock.
Her face and neck were red from my beard. Her nipples shiny from my mouth. Her hair tangled and her eyes hooded.
I found her opening. My breathing ragged, my heart racing. I slid in an inch or two and then backed out.
She whimpered.
Again.
She arched her back to meet me.
I couldn’t resist a second longer. My hips pistoned into her. Two more times and I was balls deep. Tighter than I’d imagined. Warm. Buttery. Slick.
Our gazes somehow locked. I pushed harder, deeper. Her lips trembled and her lashes fluttered.
I had to kiss her. I had to connect with her as many ways as possible.
I wanted to catch her sounds inside me.
This was more than I’d bargained for. I was fucking her. That’s all this was. An amazing fuck.
When she convulsed around me, her cries echoing in my ears. I shot off like a fucking rocket.
I collapsed, notmoving off her. Not moving out of her and sort of just reveled in what just happened. Normally about now I’d be thinking about getting dressed and heading home. Right now, I didn’t want to move. In fact, I wanted to catch my breath and take her from behind. And against the wall. Maybe in the shower.
That was when it hit me.
Since moving back, I’d never brought a girl up here.
I was doing everything differently with Holly.
“Are you relaxed now?” she asked.
I lifted up on my elbows and kissed her, long and slow and lazy. “I’m getting there.” I whispered into her mouth.
“Umm,” she hummed and wrapped her legs around my hips. Like a hug. When I trailed my fingertips down her bare skin, she giggled.
Ticklish? I skimmed my breath around to her ear. “What are you thinking about right now?”
She giggled again.
I had her pinned. I dragged my mouth along her jaw, down her throat. At the same time, I fluttered my fingers along the sides of her ribcage. I’d never asked a girl what she was thinking before.
“So, if I wanted some of that ice cream about now?” Her hands played with my hair. “Would I have to get it myself?”
“Ice cream?” She’s trying to stop my tickling motions now. “You were thinking about ice cream?”
She nodded. “Strawberry.” The minute the words left her lips, I was like. Oh, yeah. We can have all sort of fun with ice cream.
“Your wish is my command.”
Neither of usslept until a little before dawn. I wasn’t sure whether I ought to try to catch a few winks or get up and go for my run. I leaned forward so her hair would tickle my chin.
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d put in a good enough workout last night.
I hadn’t had that much fun in a long time.
