I thrusted a few times, letting her adjust to me, and I swore I saw stars. She was tight as hell, warm, and I grunted at how amazing she felt. How right. It’d been a few months for me, but man, I wanted to bury my face in her neck and fuck her until I couldn’t see straight. She made me get that way. Wild.
“Damn, I swear I can feel you in my throat,” she gasped. She brought her hands to my ass and squeezed. “Mm, you’re so meaty. I love it.”
“Meaty?” I said, thrusting a little faster as I got into a better position. Her legs were wrapped around me, and she arched her hips up just enough so I could tell a difference. I buried my face in her neck, taking in her lemon scent and her warm skin.
“Meaty. Thick,” she said, groaning when I went deeper. “Oh, Michael, damn, you’re big.”
“Do you need me to slow down?” I asked, finding the willpower to stop thrusting. It hurt my raging hard-on to pull out, but I paused and glanced at her.
“Wow, no, please don’t.” She wiggled her hips against me and pulled me down so my weight was on her. “I like feeling you like this, on me.”
She cupped my face with one hand and kissed me deep, making me forget for a second that this was just a friends with benefits situation. This wasn’t an emotional fuck, despite all the confusing feelings combining in my head. This wasn’t a relationship, even though she knew me so well. I kissed her back and rocked into her again and again, desperate to get off ever since I’d had a taste of her all those days ago.
“Touch your clit for me,” I said, my hands digging into her ass and holding on. She did as I said. “Swirl it around. Get yourself nice and prepped.”
“For what?”
I continued my pace and showered her with light kisses and nips. As the heat started at the base of my spine, I pulled out and flipped her over. I slid in from behind and reached around from the back to swirl a finger around her clit. She trembled as I thrusted in over and over. She felt so damn good that my thoughts got messy. Her scent, her sounds, her body. Nothing else mattered anymore. Just her, her pleasure, her squirming. She squeezed her legs together, making her pussy feel even tighter, and I growled against her sweaty neck. Her wet hair stuck to my face, and she panted beneath me. The slap of skin against skin, her soft groans, and the sound of me fucking her filled the room.
It was so fucking hot. I took her arms and held them over her head as I pounded into her. She arched her back, providing me the exact angle I needed, and pleasure shot out of me without warning.
“Naomi, fuck,”I moaned, my vision blurring as my entire body convulsed with white hot pleasure.
She bucked and thrashed on the bed as she yelled, ‘Yes!’way too loudly. “Michael, oh shit, whoa,” she said, her body going limp. Sweat pooled between her skin and my chest, and I kissed the back of her neck before rolling over her. My ears still rang from the joy of being with her, and my god, why hadn’t we been doing that the entire time?
“Damn, Fletcher,” I said, dragging my hand over her back to end on those damn dimples. “Damn.”
“Good damn, right?” she asked, lifting her head to face me and resting on her chin on her wrist. “Because, whoa mama. That was…”
“Yeah. That was,” I said, not needing to explain more. I knew what she meant, but since we were keeping this in the friends-only zone, we had to be comfortable with how we talked about us, sex. Like, could I beg to do this every day or four times a week? I wasn’t sure about the right protocol for friends-who-bang-like-animals-with-benefits.
Naomi blew out a long breath, let out a little laugh, and plopped back down onto my bed. “I need to catch my breath. Regain feeling in my feet. Then, maybe, I can put clothes on again.”
Clothes. I frowned, something nagging at me.Right.“Roll over,” I said, getting up from the bed butt ass naked. The cream I had to help with cuts sat on my dresser, and I picked up the tube. “I want to look at those bites.”
“Oh wow, I forgot about those.” She frowned and ran a hand through her hair “Wait, now I can feel them. Ugh, they sting and itch. Why did you mention it?”
“On your belly,” I said again, kneeling onto the bed and sucking in a breath at the raised bites. They looked angry and painful. “I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I said, my voice deep and laced with shame.
“You already regret sleeping with me?” she fired back, her tone sharp.
“No, no,no.” I ran a hand down her spine, enjoying how her soft skin broke out in goosebumps. “I meant, these damn bites. I should’ve helped you with these first, not attacked your mouth.”
“I didn’t mind.”
That put a smile on my face. “Yeah, I rather liked seeing you wet and naked in my shower.”
I applied some medicine on my fingertips and swiped them over the bites. She jumped a little, and I put my other hand on her hip to hold her steady. Ryann was allergic to mosquito bites, and they could swell into golf balls. These didn’t look too far off from that. “Did you lay on an ant hill or what?”
She groaned. “I must’ve. Can you sex me up again to distract me from the pain, or do you have plans?”
She asked the question so casually, like she was offering up a snack, and I snorted. “I’d very much like tosex you up,but how about later? I’m going to grab some ice to see if I can get the swelling down.”
She looked over her shoulder to stare at me, a line appearing between her brows. “You’re being a real mother hen. It’s sweet.”
“It can happen.” I winked, ignoring the swell of my heart at her words. Taking care of others was easier than taking care of myself. Plus, the little ailments I had from being an athlete all these years? Unless a bone was shattered, I knew basic first aid. “Stay put.”
“Yes, sir.”
