Page 45 of False Assumptions

He sank inside her in one slow, smooth slide. When his hips met hers, he held himself there for a moment, taking the time to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth, stroking hers, as though that were his only task and he had all the time in the world to spend just kissing. Even though the primitive part of his brain chanted at him to thrust, pound, claim her. Hold her down and fill her again and again.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he moved, rolling his hips, keeping the pace as slow as he could manage, making sure to grind against her clit every time he made contact. He wanted to feel her come again. Only that thought kept him from letting loose, especially when she started writhing under him, her sighs turning into moans and pleas of, “Oh, God, Evan, please. Oh please. Oh please.”

He didn’t know if she realized what she was saying, but she’d done the same thing when she came a few minutes ago. Letting himself pick up the pace, he drove into her, remembering her asking him to fuck her harder and faster the last time. If she liked it hard, he was happy to oblige.

“Is this what you want, Layla? You like my cock pounding you like this?” He’d held back from talking dirty to her last time, unsure how she’d take it. But it slipped out before he could reel it back in.

She moaned. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

That spurred him on, taking her harder, licking his thumb and sliding it between them to rub over her clit. He wouldn’t last much longer, and he needed her to get there with him this time. She was close. Her legs tensed around him, and her little cries became a series of wordless ohs.

“Come on, Layla. Come on my cock. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Shouting his name, she came, her hands clenching the sheets again, the muscles in her stomach jumping, and her pussy squeezing him like a vice, triggering his own climax. With one last thrust, he spilled himself into the condom, his hands gripping her hips.

When his body relaxed, he rested his head between her breasts. After a moment, her fingers ran through his hair. That sweet and intimate gesture left Evan with a feeling of satisfaction that extended beyond the sexual. Gentle caresses and gestures of affection weren’t part of his usual encounters, but with Layla, he enjoyed that part as much as the actual sex.

Lifting his head, he brushed a kiss over her lips and withdrew to discard the condom before coming back to his bed and his naked girlfriend. He hadn’t used that word for anyone in a long time, and he found that he liked it. There was something far more meaningful and satisfying about sex with someone you cared about and who cared about you than quick hook-ups at parties.

He scooted into bed behind her, luxuriating in the feel of her soft skin against his, running his hands over her and tangling his legs with hers. He could get used to this in a hurry.

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