Let it happen, and then she’d see what was left of her when the tide rolled out.
She flopped onto her back and finger-walked her hand down her stomach. “Hurry, or I’ll get the party started without you.”
His dark eyes blazed hot. “Show me what you did that night when you were moaning my name.”
“I’m sure you can imagine it.”
“Don’t make me imagine it. I’m sick of imagining things. I want to see.”
She dropped her hand and showed him. Her slippery fingers inside her body, circling her clit, dipping back and forth until her eyes closed and her other hand found her nipple. She didn’t have to imagine him inside her, because his weight hit the bed and she could feel him breathing, feel his heat. His cock bumped her hip. His mouth covered her exposed breast, and then he pushed her hand upward and said, “Let me help,” and he penetrated her with his fingers while she worked her clit.
Perfect. Perfect heat, perfect pressure, perfect suction on her nipple. It took all of twelve seconds before she said, “I’m going to come,” and he said “Good” and pressed up against her G-spot, hard, and the orgasm leaped the tracks and hurtled into another whole dimension of intensity.
She could hardly breathe. She kept gasping, and he was laughing, pushing her hand aside and moving over her so his chest vibrated against her limp, starfish body. He kissed her, still chuckling.
“Bad form, Vance,” she complained. “You can’t laugh at me for going off like a rocket.”
“I just forgot what you were like.”
“I’m not like anything. It’s you, with your giant man-fingers and all those muscles and everything. You’re like an enormous magic sex-toy Christmas present.”
He laughed again, ducking his head against her neck. “You needed to get off for Christmas?”
She shook her head. “All I’m saying is, I’m having a lot of trouble pretending you’re the Virgin Mary at this point.”
That broke him up, and she cradled his head and smiled at the ceiling while he laughed against her neck. The whole hard, naked length of him hovered over her, his thigh splayed between her legs, his arms braced on the mattress. She wanted to keep him there. Always.
She wanted him inside her even more.
“Get off me, and I’ll go get a condom from the bathroom.”
“I’ve got one in my jeans.”
“Of course you do. You always have a condom handy. It’s one of your enormous magic sex-toy features.”
“I always have a condom handy in Potter Falls.”
“What, it’s just me you have oops sex with at random, inopportune moments?”
“Yep.” He brushed her hair off her forehead. “You’re special, Jules.”
“Aww. Thanks, sweet pea. Now go get the condom.”
He got it. While he was opening the package, she slid down his body and warmed him up with her mouth, just to make sure he was ready. He was so ready.
By the time he’d rolled the condom on, Julie was ready again, too, but she felt like teasing him, so she threw a leg over his hips.
“Cowgirl?” she asked.
He had her on her back so fast, the walls blurred. “Not a fucking chance.”
“I thought you liked cowgirl.”
“Honest to God.” He pushed up her knee and thrust inside her, not bothering with slow or careful because he knew she was ready, and he knew how they fit. Perfect. “It’s like you don’t remember me at all.”
Carson liked to be on top.
He grabbed her wrists and locked her arms over her head.