She smirks as she looks down at her T-shirt and tiny workout shorts. “Just because you tend to put on stripteases in my apartment doesn’t mean I have to join in.”
I shrug and my pants drop to my ankles. “Too mesmerized by my fantastic body to move? Oh well, I’ll have to help you.”
She’s still got a sexy little smirk on her face as she returns my shrug. “Meh. You’re body is okay, but mesmerizing is a stretch, Frenchie.”
“I dare you to say you’re not so turned on right now your skin is tingling.”
“I’m not.”
I step out of my pants and walk toward her. I bend and capture her mouth with mine while my hand goes straight for the small space between her legs and I cup her sex. My fingers slip into the leg of her shorts and press up. I grin against her lips. “Liar.”
I push her down on the bed with the weight of my body and lie on top of her. I don’t want to remove my hand from between her legs, but I do because there’s something I need to know. I pull back from the kiss and stare down at her. “Are you okay? Honestly? Tell me.”
“Yeah,” she says softly. “It was scary, but I’m okay.”
I feel my shoulders relax as she runs her fingertips over my back. I drop my full weight onto her and nuzzle her neck, inhaling that intoxicating scent that is all Shay. Her hands run up my neck and into my hair and she whispers, “I’m better now that you’re here.”
For her, I know that’s a huge thing to admit. She doesn’t want to need anyone to feel anything and I am the last person she wants to need. I almost tell her I’m falling in love with her, but I want to do it when I don’t have a hard-on pressed against her. So instead I kiss her, pushing all my emotions into the way I move my lips over hers and the way my tongue moves in her mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair and I start to push her T-shirt up.
I wanted this to be slow and deliberate, but the kiss and the emotions passing through it are like kindling on a fire, and everything starts sparking at once, and the next thing I know all our clothes are gone and my uncovered dick is precariously close to heaven. And I feel every muscle in my body strain as I fight against just sliding into her.
“Condom,” she reminds me softly against the shell of my ear before she bites down on the lobe.
I groan and drop my head into the crook of her neck. “I forgot to bring one.”
“I bought some,” she whispers, and pulls her hand off my back and reaches toward to night table.
She hands me a box of Magnums and I grin. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”
She looks almost fearful when the words leave my mouth, and it makes me worried. Are we not on the same page here? After all this? Before I can ask, and before the uncertainty I’m feeling starts to deflate my dick, she kisses my lips and rolls us over so she’s on top, kneeling between my legs. “Put it on.”
She almost growls the words and my dick gets harder. “Bossy.”
I do what she demands and she leans over me, her hair dropping down around her, creating curtains on either side of our faces. Her gray eyes look dark, almost like charcoal, and her pink lips are pulled up a little in a devious smile. “I’m in charge tonight.”
She reaches down and grabs my dick, firm and hard, and I fight the desire to buck up into her grip. Because she wants that. She wants to know I fucking love it when she’s bossy and that it turns me on when she tells me what to do. But my competitive nature won’t let me give her that satisfaction. So I make sure my ass stays flat against the mattress, even when she starts to stroke me.
Her lips move back to my ear, her long hair blanketing my face. “I’m going to ride you until your eyes roll back in your pretty little head.”
This girl. Fuck.
Before I can unscramble my brain enough to give her a snarky answer, she’s sliding over my shaft and I am lost. Lost in the feel of her and the way she makes me feel. She’s got her head tipped back and her spine is slightly arched and her naked body is on display and I have never seen anything more spectacular in my whole life. This woman, her spirit, her body, her smart fucking mouth is it for me. I know this. And I suddenly need her to know it. I reach for her arm and I push up into her and try to tug her down. She resists. Her eyes flutter down to mine. “I’m in charge.”
She lifts up, then rolls her hips, grinding down onto me, causing ripples of pleasure to shoot down my spine. Her hand, the one I tried to grab, slips over her taut stomach and then lower. She touches herself, fingers exploring and rubbing as she rides me, her breasts bouncing. I am so close to coming I see stars.
I sit up and grab the back of her neck before she can stop me. I crush my mouth to hers. When we break apart her pace picks up. Her hand slides back to her clit and she lets out the most fantastic little moan as she starts to come andoh fuck…
Panting, I drop back down on the mattress and watch the show. She’s coming. I can feel it, and I push up hard and let my own release take over, reaching up to pull her down on top of me. I run my hand through her silky hair and whisper, “You’re borrowing my car.”
“What?” she murmurs back sleepily.
“You’re going to use one of my cars until you get your own.”
“No, thanks,” she replies, her voice less groggy.
“I’m not offering. I’m telling.”
“Excuse me?” There is zero sleepiness in her voice now.
