Page 162 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“Never knew I was into that sort of thing until you stepped out of this tent earlier,” he adds before his lips find mine again.
It’s completely inappropriate for me to smile against his lips, but I simply can’t stop it from happening.
“The dress and ears stay on,” he adds as I feel him lift me just before he rolls us without warning.
I end up sitting astride him as I adjust in his lap, and he keeps kissing me as I feel the teasing glide of skin and latex against my bare skin under my dress.
He starts guiding himself inside me, and I really don’t know how I made it three months without sex when he does. It’s almost like setting all my nerves on fire at once, and I sit up more, using his shoulders to steady myself, lowering my body inch by inch as my eyes flutter shut.
Sweet agony—an oxymoron that now makes perfect sense.
“Where’s your head at right now, Britt?” he asks as he sits up abruptly, his front pressing to mine.
His hands go to my hips, dragging me down the last centimeter or so as he ghosts his lips over mine.
“A poor oxymoron pun about an oxymoron,” I absently tell him as he grins against my neck.
He shifts his hips under me as he grips my sides harder, holding me to him.
His breath hitches when I roll my hips, and I’m positive an involuntary sound escapes me to vocalize how embarrassingly much I’ve missed this particular part about us.
He starts moving me, and my eyes flutter open to find his already concentrated on my face, lids half shut as he just rakes his gaze over me.
The intensity in his eyes is simply too much right now, which shouldn’t be a possible thing.
“Where’s your head at now?” he asks as he leans forward, moving my body with his in a way that feels too natural…and all I want to do is get even closer.
Our skin glides together, and I kiss him because I need him to stop talking right now. It’s as if it sets off his own sense of urgency, and he deepens the kiss as he groans into my mouth. I idly notice he’s missing his piercings, not that it detracts from how good he is at this.
I stop thinking altogether when he starts building the perfect rhythm, somehow controlling all of this from the bottom. I’m forced to break the kiss, because I can’t focus enough to feel all the sensations and kiss him at the same time.
He rips the top of my dress down, introducing more skin-on-skin contact that pushes me over the edge.
My nails dig into his skin, and my body tenses as a shockwave of pleasure rockets through me.
A series of random sounds escape me with too much abandon, as my head falls to his shoulder, forgetting that he’s still chasing his. I’m too busy basking in my own this time.
He shoves his face against my throat as he makes a muffled sound, his body stilling against mine as his arms close around my waist.
It’s just our breaths in the otherwise silent tent for a second, our bodies still somewhat sticking together.
Still breathing heavily, I ask, “Did you bring more than one condom?”
I feel his grin spreading a few seconds before I realize we’re not the only ones submitting to carnal acts in a semi-public area with minimal privacy.
He pulls his head up, smirking at me, as the sounds outside our tent get louder and louder, as well as more telling.
“I only brought one, but I’m guessing it won’t be hard to find a few more,” he says as he starts kissing his way down my neck again. “And people think musicians are the ravenous ones,” he adds on a more mocking note.
Someone makes a very loud cry that I think also represents sweet agony.
My arms stay around his neck, as he continues to kiss along the side of my neck, moving up again.
“If you’re this determined to disregard logic, will you be my date to Raya and Kade’s wedding?” I ask him.
“Sure, if you’ll go with me to New York to a thing I have to play the weekend before,” he says before playfully nipping at my ear.
We should separate, and we should definitely sleep. But I want to do this too much to take a step back.
