She arched and I pushed at my sweatpants. I needed to be inside of her. Fuck, this woman would end me tonight.
I stood and couldn’t get over just how gorgeous she was spread out for me, waiting for me.
Mine.
Lightly, I tapped her ass. “Lost the ability to count?”
“If you don’t get inside me in the final ten seconds, I’m going to kill you.”
I laughed and moved to the end table by my bed. I came back with a condom before she got to five. I straightened her on the couch and slammed home when she hit one.
“God, yes.”
We said it together and I pulled her hair to get her closer. She turned to me with another layer of excitement living in her eyes. I was afraid I’d gone too far, but she ground back against me and I had to bite down another oath.
“Harder,” she said with barely a breath.
I gripped her hips and let go. I pounded myself inside her oh so willing body. The frustrations of weeks of talking with her couldn’t be slaked. On top of almost a year of thinking about her, trying to get up the freaking balls to talk to her.
Wanting this and someone like her in my life.
Just wanting her, period.
I reached around to rub her clit, to drag her with me into the yawning stretch of clawing release.
She shook under me, curling herself around my hand, and I still couldn’t stop. I emptied myself into the condom until my spine fucking burned. I was out of breath as the room roared back into focus.
I lowered myself to surround her. “Veronica?”
She pulled my hand from between her legs.
“I’m sorry.” God, I shouldn’t have let go like that. She just made me feel too many things.
“Don’t be sorry.” Her voice was shaky and her skin warm to the touch. She turned in my arms and crawled up my chest. “It’s never been like that.” She cupped my face. “Ever.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No. You made me feel so good. Too good.”
“No such thing as too good.”
“Tell that to my ruined girl parts.”
“Ruined?” I winced.
“In the very best way.”
“Oh.” I tried not to puff out my chest. But her giggle told me I had royally screwed up there.
“So proud of yourself.”
“Maybe a little.” I stretched out as much as I could. The chaise was made for bigger men, but not exactly intended for what we’d used it for. “That’s it.” I rolled off and took her with me.
“You really like carting me around.”
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
I strode with her to the bed and set her down, then took care of the condom and shut out the lights. She was already under the covers and I followed her in. She settled back into me in a perfect little spoon.