I was a dead woman.
He leaned back until he was kneeling between my legs and I was suddenly worried that maybe I really wasn’t ready for this. As he rolled the condom over his length, the almost angry hue of his cock made me wonder just how on edge he really was.
I looked a little closer at his face. Because, seriously, I needed to not look at that monster between his damn legs. Sweet merciful heaven. There was a tension around his eyes and his lips were pinched. He’d been giving me the royal treatment to make sure this night was amazing for me.
Now I’d have to figure out how to give some of that back.
I reached up to cover his hand at the base of his cock and pulled him back down over me. The tension I’d been trying to avoid suddenly didn’t seem to so overwhelming. I guided him between my legs and he slowly slid inside. My body was never going to be ready for him, not to this level.
Not until he stretched me and made me his.
He paused and blew out a slow breath. I reached around him and gripped his ass to pull him deeper.
“Ally—” But he groaned and his head tipped back. His neck rippled with each swallow and the tendons raised in reaction.
I let out my own slow breath as I took him deeper, stretching, opening. But then he was just mine.
Just everything.
I wrapped myself around him and my hips lifted to meet him as he slowly withdrew and pushed forward. “God,” he muttered against my neck.
I tightened my grip around his shoulders and my legs around his hips until we were moving as one. I wanted more. I wanted it harder. Some part of me was craving the stretch, but he kept each stroke measured.
He reached between us and suddenly, with a few flicks of his talented fingers, he tripped me back into the whirling pleasure. He’d truly primed me for this moment. He pumped inside of me a few more times, his rough movements just what I needed, and I cried out.
I wasn’t ready to be done. But the orgasm slammed into me just the same, and the chain reaction seemed to pull him under too.
My name was a prayer on his tongue as he kissed me through the end of his release. I encircled his shoulders and held on as he shook over me, and t
here was an overwhelming sense of peace that flowed through his muscles.
He rolled off of me and disposed of the condom with tissues from the bedside table. His eyes were so heavy, I wasn’t sure he was actually still awake.
When he rolled me under him and threw a thigh over me, I knew he was half asleep. The actual confirmation came a moment later when he softly snored in my ear.
“Seriously?”
I tried to move him, but I was utterly pinned.
Afterglow, my ass. He had literally tapped out.
8
Seth
Holy fuck, I was dead.
No, wait, I was still alive. That was oxygen puffing out of my lips against the pillow under my cheek. There were definite scratches on my back from—
I jerked up in bed, gripping my head so it didn’t revolve off my neck. I wasn’t in my bedroom at home. Swanky suite. Friday night in the summer, all booked up, but I got a room for sex because I was old town money. So that meant I got to fuck a beautiful girl on the fly, since no one wanted to deny my dick a thing.
Sweet, really.
Christ, was I hungover? No. Fucked over. Completely. I’d had the best sex of my life, and now I was in an empty bed.
Eyes still half closed, I swung out and patted the sheets. Ice cold. She’d been gone for a while. Probably the moment I passed out.
And passed out about summed it up. I’d drained what was left of my smarts and my sense into that magnum condom and gone to sleep quicker than a drunk at the tail end of a bender.