My movements must be too slow for her because she raises up on her elbows and looks at me defiantly. “I’m not going to break.”
She’s all fire and sass now, and I swear my balls tighten up a little more. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I confess to her, still taking it slow.
She blows a breath and pushes me to the side. I go easily but pull her with me until she’s straddling me. I try to hide how much I like this change of events, but I can’t. She reaches between us, positioning herself on top of me and then slams her hips down to mine. She moves in small little hip rotations, then up and down, leaning forward and backwards. She’s trying every angle, trying to see what’s best, and the whole time I’m counting backwards from a hundred, trying to make it without coming too soon and ruining it.
My hands on her hips, I help her, angling her backwards until I know I’m gliding right along her g spot. I put one hand on her clit and the other cups and massages her breast. She starts to bounce then and with each thrust, she’s getting tighter and wetter. “Yes, oh yeah, right there, don’t stop.”
I lift my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust, and when I feel her start to come, I piston my hips harder until we’re both grunting our orgasms, and then, with us both gasping for breath, she falls forward and curls into my chest. My arms go around her, holding her to me. I’m waiting on my heart to return to normal, but I also know that my life just changed forever.
7
Serenity
I’m crashed lying on his chest, and I know I should get up, but every time I try to move, to get off him, he holds on to me tighter. Finally, I lift my head, smiling at him. “I could stay here all night, but I know I’m squashing you.”
His forehead creases as he wraps his arms tighter around me. “You’re not squashing me. I like this and I’m afraid if I let you up, you’re going to rethink this, regret it maybe.”
I kiss his chest, right where his heart is. “Nope. No regrets, but I do have to use the bathroom.”
He groans as he slides his hands down my back and cups my ass, squeezing them. “Fine. I need to go too, but then back to bed.”
I try not to grimace as I lift off of him. My breath catches in my throat as I look at him. He’s big—even flaccid, he’s big. I blush brightly, pull a T-shirt off the dresser, and turn away as I put it on. He follows me into the bathroom, throwing the condom away, and then stretches his arms overhead as he walks out.
I smile after him, trying to keep my eyes off the hard muscles of his back. I take care of business and then walk out. He’s still naked and I try to look at anything except for the massive bulge between his legs. “You need to go before I take a shower?”
As he walks past me, he brushes a kiss across my forehead. When he walks in, I try to give him a little privacy, even though he didn’t close the door. But when I hear the shower turn on, I peek back inside. Peeking around the door, he’s testing the waters. “You showering?” I ask him.
He walks over to me and grabs my hand, tugging me toward him. “We’re showering. And then I’m taking you back to bed.”
He tests the water again and then pulls my T-shirt off and helps me in. It’s so awkward for me, and I tell him so. “I’ve never showered with someone else.”
He’s usually so gruff and controlling, but when he does give me a rare smile, I hold on to it. “Why are you smiling?”
He takes the loofah sponge I have hanging and squirts some soap on it. He runs it along my shoulders, my arms, across my belly. It’s as if he’s pondering my question and then finally he shrugs his shoulders. “I like being your firsts.” He continues to wash my hair and the way he’s touching me, caressing me, makes me feel that this is more than a one-night stand.
I take the sponge from the wall and wash his body from head to toe. He tries to pull me to him over and over, but I resist. I have one thing on my mind right now, and I don’t want to stop. I drop to my knees on the tile of the shower floor. Ignoring the hard texture under my knees, I reach for him. He must see my grimace, because he’s pulling me up by the arms and shutting the water off. “I was gonna—” I start, but he’s already tugging me out of the shower and drying me off. He stands on the mat dripping wet, but all his focus is on me.