“You elbow me in the fucking face if I do one thing wrong.”
“I will. I swear to you, I will. Just fuck me. Please, just fuck me,” she said.
Though somehow, she still didn’t expect him to do it. She didn’t expect him to actually take the condom she fished out of the drawer, or come up behind her. And she definitely didn’t imagine the hand he’d put on her shoulder. How he’d urge her to bend just a little, or coax her legs apart with his hands.
Gently, of course. He did it so gently.
But there was an undercurrent of something else there, too. A feverish eagerness that had shown in his hot and dirty strokes, in his bucking hips, in that tongue running over his palm. Yeah, she’d seen it in the way he’d done himself.
And now, it was here.
And it was so fucking good.
She almost came before he’d even gotten the condom on. He just touched her like that, and a heavy bloom of pleasure flooded her belly. Her legs threatened to buckle; a fresh burst of slickness coated her already slippery folds. By the time he finally pressed his cock to her entrance, she was pretty much beside herself.
Then he just eased in in one slow stroke, and oh.
Oh god, it was too good. He was just as solid as she’d imagined and so thick she could barely tighten around him. And when she tried...fuck, when she tried... The burst of sensation was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Sometimes, she could come when a guy fucked her, but usually, she needed a little something more.
Her fingers on her clit. His fingers on her clit.
Maybe some kind sex toy, buzzing there.
But it barely took anything with him. He stroked into her once, twice, three times, and she was almost there. Then she heard him. She heard him suppress a groan or a sigh or maybe both at the same time, and that was it.
“Ah fuck, I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m coming don’t stop, don’t stop, keep doing that,” she cried out, and the best part was: he did. He kept fucking her as she shuddered and bucked on his cock, barely slowing or stopping until she was thoroughly done. Until she was sprawled on the bed, near sobbing with satisfaction.
Even though she could tell it cost him.
The second she finished, he pulled awayfast.
He put his back to her again, the same way he had after she’d come the first time.
Only, this was much worse. She could tell it was much worse. He could barely stay upright through it. After a moment, he had to sag against the nearest chair. And when she asked him if he was okay, it took him a long, long time to respond.
“Yes. Just give me a second.”
“Of course. Anything you need.”
“That was just way too intense.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” she started.
But she had no idea how to finish.
Not when he practically had his head in his hands.
This time, she thought.This time I pushed it too far.
Then he looked at her, abruptly.
Eyes burning bright, smile almost a tease.
“Okay,” he said. “Want to go again?”
Chapter Fourteen
He wasn’t hugely different, after that. There were no moves made, no wild expressions of his desire. But she could see a number of shifts in him—like the way he was about being in her apartment. Suddenly, it didn’t seem quite so unsettling to him. He sprawled on her bed without a care and picked up books from her shelves.I knew you’d be a science fiction fan, he told her, over his shoulder.
