Page 12 of Rum Sips and Salty Lips

Orion slowly eases his cock into me. “Fuck.” I grab his shoulders as he stretches me past the point I’m used to.

“Breathe through it. You can take it.”

“Arrogant bastard,” I murmur.

He smiles and then kisses me. “I’m only as good as the woman I’m with.”

“Oh fuck off.” I laugh. He’s fun to be with.

“You want me to go?” He starts to pull out.

“No!” I grab onto his biceps and pull him back until his pelvis hits my clit. I suck in a breath and close my eyes with contentment.

I expect him to start thrusting, but he stills, his hands on my hips.

After a long moment, I open my eyes. “Are you going to do something?”

“I was waiting on you.”

“For what?”

“To move. Show me what you got, Carina.”

I kind of hate his arrogant, sexy ass, but I love the way he’s making me smile. I want to let loose and have fun and he’s already balls deep in me. Maybe I suck at sex. If it turns out I do, I’m sure he’ll take over and make it good for both of us. This is a man who takes care of the woman he’s with.

I swivel my hips and we both moan at the sensation. He answers by thrusting in and out of me like I wanted. He brushes my clit exactly right and he’s hitting a place deep inside me everyone else has missed.

“Fuck, just like that. Don’t stop,” I groan. He thrusts deeper and I swear I see stars. I didn’t think I would come again, but it’s building, and I don’t know if I can handle it.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” One of his hands moves from my hip to my breast and lightly rubs my nipple. I expect him to go hard like he did before, but this caress is different. A contrast to his hard thrusts.

This is us. Together. It’s not him fucking me or the other way around. We’re both making this happen.

“Fuck, Orion. I’m so close!”

“I know, princess. You can do this. Let yourself have this.”

When was the last time I let myself have anything?

He licks his finger and places it where our bodies meet and all it takes is a tiny bit of pressure and everything inside me explodes.

My orgasm goes on for ages.

I swear it’s a spiritual experience.

I’m barely aware of anything else except the constant pulse of Orion between my legs as he shifts them so they both wrap around his hips, and he lowers himself, until his body is flush with mine. I hold him tight, his face buried in my neck. Every part of me needs to feel him.

His movements become ragged, his breath faster. His muscles tense under my hands. I squeeze his hips with my thighs.

“Fuck!” he growls, and his entire body shakes as he comes.

When we both finally still, I’m aware of the sweat covering us. I could feel self-conscious, but I don’t.

He doesn’t speak. Instead, he brushes back the hair that’s fallen in my face.

“I…” I don’t know how to react.

“Yeah…” he agrees.

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