Page 118 of Made Better Together

She’s still naked, her pink skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, but now lying on one side. “I—yes. I think I…actually kind of loved it?” She says that like a question, whether because she’s surprised or self-conscious, I’m not sure.

I lie down next to her on the bed, and draw a line down her side, from mid-torso to over the curve of her ass. “You…don’t want to know how fucking excited I am to hear that. We did well for winging it, but imagine if we knew what we’re doing.”

“True, but also, our…instincts, well, my instincts, anyway…they seem to line up with this kind of kink?”

Fuck, I love to hear that. “Yeah, mine too.”

Her voice drops even quieter. “I like not having to think. Having you be the one in charge. It’s…calming, and it intensifies how good everything feels, believe it or not.”

A sense of peace—exactly what I saw on her expression earlier. “I believe it. Control of the…situation does the same for me. Everything is heightened because I know I’m directing you, us.”

She grins. “We’re such little scientists, look at us analyzing everything.”

I chuckle back, brushing my hand over her hip again. “Keep it simple then…what do you want next? Rest or…”

She looks down where my hand’s touching her, my thumb now dangerously close to her pussy, and then gazes at my shorts. “Let’s…can we keep going? I mean…”

I think I can see through what she’s trying to say. “Like before? Or…do you want…me inside you?”

It’s annoying that there isn’t a good word. Intercourse is too formal. Sex could mean lots of different kinds of things. Make love implies love—not ready. Fuck is too unromantic.

Save the linguistics rant for another time, Connor.

“Yes. But just as us. Not a scene. For our first time.”

I kiss her nose. “Definitely.” I sweep my hand even closer to her pussy. My thumb dips down over her clit, and she falls on her back. “You ready now?”

She widens her legs, letting my hand slip between them. I guess that’s my answer. “Are you?”

With my free hand, I push down my gym shorts. My dick was soft for maybe three minutes, but it’s been thickening again during the entire course of our conversation.

She huffs, amused. “I guess so.”

I give another swirl of her clit. “You shouldn’t be able to talk while I do this.”

“Hmmm.” Her hips tilt to get closer to my thumb.

“Better.” I reposition myself further down the bed, giving me more options of what to do with my hand—and my mouth. “Are you already wet for me?” I push two fingers into her pussy, which is indeed dripping from the meal I made of her earlier.

“Oh, that’s so…”

I rock my fingers in and out of her a few more times, while swiping her clit with my thumb. “You’re so perfect. I can’t wait to feel you take me.”

“Don’t wait…”

She does feel ready for me…fuck it.

“I’m just grabbing a condom from my nightstand.” I put it on as fast as I can and come to hover over her on the bed.

Our eyes meet, and she’s excited…but a little nervous? “Kiss me, please,” is what she says.

“Yes, beauty.” I bend my head down so I can claim her lips. The kiss is immediately deep, passionate. I try to show her how much I want her. She’s the only one I crave in this bed.

When I bring my head back, her eyes have shifted. Whatever doubt flitted through her mind is replaced with confidence. My message delivered.

I take quick stock of how to proceed. With my height, missionary could make our bodies mismatched. I want to see her if possible.

“Come on top of me.”