Sleeping with the Enemy (An Enemies to Lovers Collection)

“It’s up to you.”

“Then, um…no. I guess not. I mean, who likes to be chaffed raw anyway?”

Hal groans. “I don’t think this is going to last long enough for that. I’m warning you. A few pumps, and we might have to resume this a few minutes from now.”

I bring my hand up and physically pinch my lips together, so I don’t laugh. But a glrflfmfmrmrmrmphffffff sound escapes anyway, and Hal swats my behind playfully. “That’s alright,” I giggle. “Do you have somewhere you’d rather be? Or somewhere you have to be?”

He groans again. “Don’t make me imagine all the ways I want to have you, all day, every day. We might not even get those few pumps.”

“Well, hopefully, that’s all it takes.” I close my eyes. “Come on then. I’m waiting for my galaxies to appear.”

The regular old Stella Winters is not a tease. She’s not bold, she’s not playful, and she’s not the kind of girl who makes light on action. She’s also not the kind of girl who has orgasms with another person. That old Stella is no longer around, and this new Stella opens her eyes, sighs, and thrusts her hips back when she feels Hal’s hands on them.

I feel more than his hands. I feel him get closer as he pulls me back and positions himself at my entrance. He’s so thick that I gasp before he even moves a muscle, and I know just how big he is because I had my hands and mouth wrapped around him. I wriggle backward eagerly and watch. Yes, I watch everything. I watch him enter me slowly, nearly bringing me that galaxy with just the head of his cock.

“Hal,” I whimper. “More.”

“God…” he groans. “Just hold on a second.”

We both wait, our breathing all over the place, ragged and sharp, and then finally, he gives me what I want when he’s composed enough to do it. He fills me with a single hard thrust. I don’t make a sound because no sound would adequately convey the level of pleasure I feel right now.

We move together, my hips swaying back as Hal drives into me with slow thrusts that build up a fire deep inside me. I curl my hands into the blankets and stifle a scream, but Hal doesn’t tease. He keeps his hands on my hips and doesn’t pull out or torture me or drive back in hard because he doesn’t need to do any of that.

Only a few more of those slow, amazing strokes, and I’m done.

Bam. Bliss, bliss, and more bliss.

The whole world detonates, and I’m flying through space, past planets, other worlds, and stars. So. Many. Stars. And they’re all there. All the stars that ever existed and will ever exist, and me, making all sorts of nonsense whimpers and sounds I’ve never made before as I rock with the incredible waves and spasms. I know I’m safe and treasured when Hal’s hands are on me, and they’re right. They’re so right, and I wasted a lot of time getting here, but I’m here now. I’m forever grateful for the moment when I changed my mind and went for it because the time just seemed right. Because if I never went for it, never trusted my gut, and never listened to all the signals, then I never would have felt like this.

And also, I kind of thought Hal would give really good orgasms, and those were missing from my life. I mean, you can kind of tell just by his name. No, his name is not Orgasmgiver or Climaxexpert or Thunderousbodyshaker, but it is very wizardly all on its own. Magic, just like this. Like us.

I feel every bit of my body still trembling with the force of that incredible climax, my walls closing around Hal, thick and hard and pulsing inside me. I feel him thrust twice more, and then I feel him deep inside me, vibrating hard himself, moaning my name, his hot jets releasing within me as he finds his release. I drive back into him, and he groans. Our skin sticks together, his hands curl into my hips, and my god, how and why did I wait so bloody long for this moment?

I’m barely to the point of comprehensible thought when Hal caresses my bottom. “So, if I take you to the shower now, will you ride my face in there?”

I can literally feel my walls flex around him at the thought of that. Us soaking wet with the shower glass all steamed up, and my skin pressed hard against it while Hal shows me other galaxies, definitely has a special, alluring charm.

“I didn’t know you were so into space exploration,” I say thickly.

“I didn’t know you were either. With me.”

Hal pulls out gently and gathers me into his arms before I can even decide whether I’m coming or…yeah. I know I’m going to come. That statement doesn’t apply.