Page 42 of Wish You Would

I probably shouldn’t have admitted that, but I’m not thinking straight. I can’t think at all. It’s quite possible my brain exploded as soon as I felt her walls tighten around my cock.

Briar tilts her hips until I’m hitting the right spot, and I know she’s close. I’m on the verge too so I slow my pace a little trying to hold on to my last shreds of control. It’s almost too much, trying to hold off my impending orgasm. And when she reaches between her thighs and massages my balls, I almost shoot like a rocket. I’m a ball man, I love when they’re played with.

Go slow, take your time, I tell myself in my head, wanting to draw this out as long as I can.

If I can only have her one time in my life, I want to make sure neither of us ever forget it. I want to ruin her for all guys after me. The same way all women will be ruined for me.

I regain my composure and begin to rock my hips into her, reaching down between her legs and swirling my thumb over her clit. Her inner walls clench around my cock, and the feeling of it ignites a spark in my body. Her breath hitches and her body tenses. She’s right there on the edge. She just needs a little more.

“Hold on, beautiful. I’m going to make you see stars.”

With short, quick movements, I glide in and out of her tight body until the pleasure is so great, I’m biting the inside of my cheek so I don’t come like a teenager. Her body shudders as she chants my name over and over, as she soars over the edge, riding out her release. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

It’s only when her wet, tight channel is squeezing the life out of my cock, that I come with a moan and pour into the condom, draining my balls. Every muscle is trembling through my release; it feels like I’ve left my body. It takes minutes for the aftershocks to subside, and when they do and my muscles relax, I collapse on top of her, and we both lie there until our breathing evens out.

Fuck.That was the most intense orgasm of my life.

We’re both destroyed. I stay inside her as she clings to me, my face nuzzled in her neck. I can feel her heartbeat against mine as our chests heave, but we stay tangled together, neither one of us wanting to move.

I only pull out when I soften, rolling onto my back, taking her with me. I kiss the top of her head, and this time when my lips brush over her hair it feels sweet and gentle.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” I tell her, walking to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

When I climb back in bed, I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s still there. It makes no sense. I know that this isn’t going anywhere. We’re both too messed up from our pasts. Knowing that this is probably the only time I will be with her makes my heart clench. If only things were different.

I move her face into the crook of my neck and inhale her scent, then softly stroke her hair. Her naked body snuggles into my side.

“Briar,” I murmur into her hair. “Do you think it’s a bad idea if we fall asleep like this? Just tonight, and then tomorrow we can go back to normal.”

“I think it’s fine,” she sighs into my chest. “I’m your fake girlfriend. You don’t have to worry.”

“Worry about what?”

“About falling in love. Catching feelings. You don’t have to worry.”

My stomach bottoms to the tips of my toes. I know what this is but damn if her words don’t sting. Briar’s hand rests on my chest as she exhales a long breath into my neck, and I tighten my arms around her.

And I fall asleep hungry for more.

I’m notsurprised when I wake up the next morning alone.

It’s Sunday morning and the time on my phone reads 8:00 a.m. I don’t remember her having to be anywhere today. I rub a hand over my face, wondering how she’s feeling after last night. Does she have regrets? Is that why she slipped out of bed so early? Or maybe she was just trying to avoid the awkward morning-after-sex conversation.

Not much seems to ruffle Briar’s feathers. But maybe a one-night stand is all it takes.

I smile, my mind filling with thoughts of Briar and visions of watching her come last night. Is she replaying the night in her mind like I am? Is she already considering a repeat because I know for damn sure I want more. Maybe I’ll cook her dinner tonight and see where things could lead. I laugh to myself, realizing that I’m obsessing about Briar.

But we need to talk. If we’re going to live together, we need to have an open and honest conversation about what happens next.

I had more fun last night than I’ve had in a very long time. Dinner with Briar was incredible. We laughed, we flirted; the chemistry between the two of us was electric. I was able to be myself around a woman and that is something I haven’t felt in… forever.

Briar intrigues me. She caught my eye from the minute we met, and my fascination with the girl has only grown stronger. I don’t know exactly what her ex-boyfriend did to her, but I know enough to know that he hurt her. Badly. And I can’t understand how anyone could be a prick to one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met. The guy must be a giant asshole. He’s lucky he lives in another country. If he shows up around here looking for her, the violence raging through my veins will not be able to be contained.

Being around Briar—her spontaneity and bubbly personality—makes me feel lighter. There are people who make you happy by simply being in their presence and she is that for me.

It terrifies me how badly I want a repeat of last night. My god, I’ve never had sex like that in my life. It was mind-shattering. Life-changing. I thought I had experienced great chemistry before, but nothing even comes close to how I felt with Briar last night.

My body craved her,Icraved her. It wasn’t even 10 minutes after pulling out of her that I wanted her again. After the first time, I was addicted. After three rounds, I was insatiable.

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