With the dress out of the way, there were hands and mouths everywhere and no one even needed to consider running to Battery Mart for anything. The place between her thighs pulsed with needs that Knox’s body currently made promises to fulfill. She hoped like hell he was a follow-througher and not an over-promiser and under-deliverer.
They came together in what seemed to be a well-choreographed salsa to the bed.
He wasn’t demanding in the bedroom, but he clearly didn’t mind taking the lead, and he understood how to turn every nerve ending on her body to high alert. The high alert bit wasn’t due to anyonething, but rather a whole slew of movements, sounds, and attention. A whole sensory experience.
The man was all attentive. She moaned, he followed through. She groaned, he explored.
And, he actually did sing to her, low and rough. Some Bryan Adams song she recognized, but couldn’t quite put the title to because he stopped singing when his mouth fell between her legs. Stopped singing and started using that mouth for other things.
She’d never had a Bryan Adams fantasy before either. Shoulda been doing that, too. All this time and her fantasies had never hit the mark.
He found her sweet spot on the first try—something even she had a hard time mastering. But there he was, his mouth and hands bringing her to climax before she could even register what was happening or where Bryan Adams ever ended up.
Her breasts heaved, she made noises that usually only happened when she handled things herself. Not that she’d had tons of guys take her to bed, but enough that she sort of figured they all had no idea what the hell they were doing.
Turns out, she’d been meeting the wrong men.
Because they weren’t Knox and his skills with his—
“How did you just do that?” Her hands bunched in the sheets and her heels pressed into the mattress as she built up again.
Before she could take a tumble down orgasm mountain again, Knox wasn’t there anymore. He hustled to his pants, removed his wallet, grabbed a condom, and then he was back. Lickety-banana-split, the condom was in position, and she parted her legs for him.
“If this were real,” she said, when he moved over the top of her. “That would be the most amazing orgasm of my life.”
“Tell me more about this orgasm?” he asked, as he entered her body one small bit at a time.
Her internal muscles already primed for another tumble, she gripped his shoulders and guided him home. “I didn’t even need to get my special lipstick.”
Fully seated inside her, he moved, thrust, used his hips and made a swirl motion that made her eyes roll back in her head. In a good way.
“What does this lipstick do?” he asked, slowing a little, but not so much she had to urge him on. More like a turn around the corner of a back road, you had to slow down to get where you wanted to go.
“It’s my battery-operated lipstick that I use to…you know.” She pressed her palms into his back because he did the hip dip and swirl thing that nudged right against her G-spot.
“You take this lipstick with you wherever you go?” he asked, way too interested in a lipstick she was pretty certain she didn’t need ever again.
“No!” Her body was putty in his hands, her ability to think rationally was utterly screwed. That’s the only explanation as to why she’d told him about her special lipstick tube. “Not everywhere.”
A wry grin came across his lips as he continued his full advance on her senses.
“Just on our honeymoon,” she said. “When I wasn’t expecting to get any.”
“You have this lipstick here?” he confirmed.
“Uh-huh,” she said, even as his tempo shifted and he really got into his groove.
She arched her back a little extra so he could go deeper. That got her a moan from the back of his throat.
“Knox,” she said his name as a third wave began its cascade through her. “Knox.”
His lips came to her ear, and he whispered nonsensical words that instantly had her body relaxing into his, the coil inside cinching tighter.
“Now,” he said, completing a full hip dip and thrust at precisely the correct angle for her body to peak and spasm around him.
“Fuuuck,” he said, as her muscles tensed and then relaxed.
Clearly the guy had been paying attention in sex education class, because there was no way he learned that on the streets.
