That’s why it feels so fucking good. I lift my hips some more, sending myself deeper, and I close my eyes against the sensations spreading through me. “Want me to get one?”
She rocks against me, lifting up, sliding down my length. She shudders, her pussy clenching tight and, oh fuck, I could come quick if she keeps that up.
“No,” she gasps when she does it again. “I’m on the pill.”
“You’re the only girl I’ve been inside,” I remind her and she leans in, smiling against my mouth before she kisses me.
“I don’t know why, but I seriously love that,” she murmurs.
She’s been using the word love rather freely, though it doesn’t bother me. I’m not scared of a relationship with Hayden. I’m realizing what Sophie and I shared was kid stuff. I cared about her. I still do. I don’t wish her harm. But what we had was a sweet relationship that wasn’t meant to move beyond high school.
Maybe I feel so much stronger about Hayden because she’s my first, but there’s just something about her. She’s a challenge. She’s fun. She’s intelligent. She has a plan for her life and she’s going to do it. She’s a spoiled rich girl and she knows it, but she wants more. She wants to teach and help children. She wants to change lives.
Wonder if she knows she’s changed mine?
“You feel good,” she whispers, burying her face against my neck and kissing me there while she rides me nice and steady.
I grab hold of her hips as she rises up, guiding her movements. I open my eyes, not about to miss this show. Her hair hangs around her face as she smiles down at me, her breasts swaying, her hands braced on my chest. We move together, back and forth, and I grip her hips tighter, holding her still as I take over.
A cry escapes her when I begin to thrust deep. I do it again and again, driving myself inside her, a selfish bastard as I chase after my orgasm. It builds and builds, my stomach muscles clenching tight, my balls drawing close to my body as I fuck her relentlessly. She keeps up the pace, matching my every thrust, until she fumbles, her torso stretching upwards, her muscles going tense.
“Tony,” she chokes out, her expression changing, crumpling, her mouth hanging open, her eyes sliding closed when it hits.
She’s overcome by her orgasm and I watch, in a trance as it rushes through her. She’s shaking. Trembling. Her hands curl into my chest, scratching my skin, but I don’t even feel it.
I’m too caught up in her. Too caught up in us.
Somehow, I never stop. I’m still moving. Thrusting. And when I come, a hoarse shout leaves me. Loud enough for everyone in the condo to hear, but I don’t care. I’m coming. It feels like I can’t stop coming. And when it’s finally over, I sink into the mattress, my body languid, as if my bones turned to liquid.
She collapses on top of me, her hands moving across my chest in lazy circles, her breaths ragged. I can feel her heart racing and mine is keeping the same beat.
I rest my hand on her back and slowly stroke. Up and down. Back and forth. I skim my short nails across her skin and she shivers, a soft huff of laughter breathes across my pec.
“What got into you?” she asks after a few more beats of silence. “That was…”
“Amazing?” I kiss the top of her head. “And you’re confused. I got into you.”
“Right,” she says dryly, lifting her head so she can mock glare at me. “Seriously. That was…”
“Amazing,” I repeat softly. I lean in and she lifts up at the same time, our mouths meeting in a light kiss. “Guess I should get pissed more often.”
“Were you really pissed?”
“Yeah. Sort of.”
She settles her head on my chest once more. I can feel myself softening, but we’re still connected. “At me?”
“No.” I shake my head. Squeeze her tight. “At Helena. At Lauri. Why are they interfering in our lives?”
“Because they can,” she says bitterly. “They’ve got nothing else better to do.”
“Helena is determined to make my father’s company hers. She doesn’t want me to have anything to do with it,” I say, my thoughts drifting—unfortunately—to Helena. And her motives.
“Why? Is she really that passionate about it?”
“More like she’s passionate about his money.” That’s the only thing I can think of.
“And what about you?” Hayden asks.