It was everything.
“Oh God, did I die?” It wasn’t the most eloquent thing a woman had ever said after sex, I was sure, but it was the only thing I could think of other than getting enough oxygen into my lungs.
Calvin laughed and the sound was deep and rumbly, sending more shivers up and down my body.
“Maybe.” His hips flexed one more time, sending shards of light shooting off behind my eyelids and tiny aftershocks pulsing through my body. “How do you feel?”
“Honestly? Like I’ve been into outer space. Like I’ve just had the best drug on the planet. Like I can’t get enough.”
He smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss that was far more gentle than everything we’d just done to my lips. It was a sweet kiss, a kind kiss. The kind shared between people who cared about each other. The kind that was meant for people with more between them than just deals and physical release.
This was the loss of my virgin status. But I had to remind myself that Calvin Ashby was a good guy, and he probably made every woman he was with feel special. Not just the needy virginal charity case he took into his family’s home. “I don’t know about those first two, but I can definitely do something about the last part. In a few minutes,” he added with a smile as our bodies separated.
This might only be sex, and I might end up heartbroken, but the promise of feeling that way again? It was too alluring to pass up.
Chapter Eighteen
Cal
I couldn’t believe last night had happened. That Bonnie had come to me in red lace I would never forget and offered herself to me. To me. For the very first time. She’d come to me untouched and asked me to be her first. And it had been fucking unbelievable. She was inexperienced in the art of seduction but it didn’t take away from anything she’d done, not from the way she had to suck in a breath to gather up her courage or the way her lips moved over my body, exploring and learning.
And right now she was asleep in my arms, naked curves pressed up against my morning wood that was growing harder by the second. Bonnie was still asleep but she rubbed up against me and let out a small purr that snapped the last of my reserve.
My lips went to the curve of her neck, tasting the sweet, slightly salty strip of flesh between her jaw and her shoulder. “Morning,” I practically growled in her ear.
Bonnie purred again as she slowly came awake, stretching and rubbing her legs together in a way that made the sheet slip from her pale round tits, showing off the raspberry pink nipples that made my mouth water.
“It is now.” She turned her head to me with a coy smile, lush pink lips so bright against her pale skin.
I put my lips to hers and kissed her, long and hard. I kissed her like we were old lovers reunited, with a passion I hadn’t felt for a woman in a long damn time. And Bonnie, she was clumsy and inartful and just fucking prefect, as her lips pressed against mine and her tongue slipped between my lips. She purred and turned around to lift one leg over my hip.
“Bonnie,” I said on a harsh whisper, unable to say more because her silky hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed.
“Good morning,” she said on a sleepy laugh. “Oh!” Her back arched as she pressed her breasts against me and her lips spread into a satisfied smile as I slid one finger deep inside her. “Oh, Calvin, yes!”
That look right there, the one that was pure surprise, it had the most power over me. The awe that anything in the world could feel so good was enough to make me want to keep that expression on her face. Forever. Some small part of me knew that was dangerous thinking so I shut that shit down quick, focusing instead on the sounds that fell from Bonnie’s lips, the taste of her sweet nipples, the way one hand clung to my back and the other my wrist, keeping me close.
Close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in her eyes.
“Cal, please.” Even she didn’t quite know what she was begging for, but I did. I gave her what she needed, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. “Please, I need more.”
“Shhh, you’ll be sore,” I whispered and added another finger to her slick pussy, stretching her out so she felt more pleasure than discomfort. Already, Bonnie’s pussy was wet and pulsing. She was so close to orgasm and didn’t even realize it. That right there got my cock hard as steel.
Her breaths came in quick, sharp pants as the orgasm rushed to the surface to pull her under, leaving Bonnie twitching and gasping, and hanging on to me for dear life. Then her body went completely taut like a guitar string before she sank into the mattress with a better than satisfied smile on her face. “My goodness, who knew fingers could be so…erotic?”