Will put me down once we got into the bedroom. God, that look in his gaze. It held heat and affection. No one had ever looked at me like that.
“You had fun tonight?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah. Lots of cocktails, and we danced. Val and Hailey even got two hotties as dancing partners.”
“And you...?” He swallowed. “You danced alone all night?”
His tone was casual, but even so, I knew he’d be hurt if I’d danced with another man.
“Unless you count Lori and Maddie as dancing partners, then yes, I danced alone,” I assured him.
He cupped my face, then kissed my lower lip. “I don’t know if it’s wrong to feel so possessive of you, Paige. But I can’t feel otherwise. The thought of anyone else touching you....”
“You’re the only one touching me, Will.”
“That’s right.” He kissed down my neck, murmuring, “I love your dress.” Before I could ask why, he whisked it away, providing the answer: it was easy to remove.
We tumbled into bed, clothes flying left and right until we were both naked.
“Ride me, Paige,” Will said, sliding on protection. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, and he brought me on top of him in one swift move, positioning me with my back to his chest. He rubbed the tip of his erection across each of my ass cheeks, then gripped my hips, and I lowered myself on him slowly. Will’s hands were on my waist, then skimmed further up so his palms pressed the side of my breasts.
His fingers teased the peaks. I was on top, but he still had so much control, which I relished. I loved controlling every aspect of my life, but here, where it was just the two of us, I loved that he took over, that he showed me pleasure like I hadn’t thought possible. I was moving faster now, bobbing up and down, loving this new angle.
My ass cheeks slapped against his thighs, and then Will took over completely, pounding hard inside me from below.
“Will, fuck. This angle... you’re killing me.”
He kissed my neck, my back, every part of me that he could reach. When he slid a hand between my thighs, pinching my clit, I gasped his name. I hadn’t braced myself for the shot of pleasure.
My spine arched, and I bent forward, feeling the reverberations in every muscle. I heaved a breath, aware that my thighs were shaking. Will had stilled. He wasn’t thrusting inside me anymore, just moving two fingers on my clit. My insides were clenching. I didn’t know if he’d grown wider or I’d become tighter, but all of a sudden, the pleasure was too intense.
The muscles in my legs and belly tensed. I was going to come undone any second now.
“That’s it, babe. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
I exploded around him. The orgasm engulfed every cell of my body. I felt on fire from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my hair. My eyes watered from the intensity of it. My body was pure sensation. I was wrapped in Will. He was holding me by the waist and raining kisses on my back. He held me like that until I was breathing normally again, then he switched positions, placing me on all fours.
I felt him behind me, and then he reached a hand between my legs, teasing my clit. I pressed my forehead against the mattress, breathing in deeply, already shivering in anticipation.
When the length of his erection rubbed between my cheeks, heat sparked up along my spine.
“Inside me. Now. Please.”
I couldn’t form full sentences, but Will obliged me. He slid inside me to the hilt, and then he moved faster than ever, slamming against me harder than ever. He gave me every ounce of pleasure I could take, while claiming his own. I was still tight from the first climax, and that feeling was otherworldly. Will rubbed against my inner walls, filling me up so thoroughly that I thought I’d tear up from the intense pleasure. I finished before him, and Will thrust into me right through it, until he climaxed too.
When he pulled out of me, he swore under his breath.
I tensed. “What’s wrong?”
“The condom broke.”
I sucked in a breath, turning around.
“Are you—” I’d been about to ask “Are you sure?” but I had the proof before my eyes. My stomach shrank to the size of a peanut. On shaky legs, I hurried to the bathroom. Will followed me. I wished he hadn’t, because I needed a few seconds to pull myself together. I hopped straight into the shower. I’d begun to shake, and welcomed the warm spray of water.
Since my shower only fit one person, Will was standing right outside it, watching me. He’d cleaned up at the sink. What was he thinking? I wanted him to talk, but at the same time was afraid of what he’d say. I was still shaking, despite the warm spray.
“I’m sorry,” Will said gently.