Page 40 of Bastard

“You don’t like the sex?”

“I love the sex!” She threw her arms in the air. “But…but it’s like…it’s like when we can’t say what we really want to say, we have sex. Or when we can’t go and do what we want to go and do, we have sex. And I love the sex but are we drowning in it?”

“Do you feel like you’re drowning?” My heart rate ticked up several notches. She wasn’t about to break up with me, was she.

Fuck…

“No! I mean, yes at work I’m drowning a little, but that’s work. But here?” She chewed on her lip and scanned the fancy bedroom that I liked as much as she did even though it was expensive and ridiculous. It was also safe and clean and comfortable. And covered in memories of us as a couple. “No. I’m not drowning. I’m just…”

“Scared.” I finished for her.

She nodded.

I sat down beside her, waited for her to sit too, and took her hand. “I think you’re a little right, actually. I do think things have been fast and complicated, so we’ve used our chemistry as a way to stay close and keep our stress at a manageable level. But I’ve also loved it. You’ve gotten a little wild on me.”

She looked up through her lashes, blushing furiously. “You’re one to talk.”

“Yeah well,” I brushed back her hair and cupped her face, “maybe tonight we take it a little slower?”

“Okay.” She came at me, kissing me with a mix of need and curiosity.

I controlled our fall to the mattress, enjoying making out without feeling like there was a timer beeping a countdown at us, reminding me we only had so much time before we had to be somewhere. Tonight we had all night.

Her clothes stripped away easily enough. It was fun taking them one by one until she was naked. She sat on top of me, my dick trapped between us, my head against the headboard, while I fondled her. “Just feel it.” I used my thumbs to massage her labia and around her clit. I went for a very slow build up that involved a lot of silence so I could hear every single one of her breaths as it changed from slow and rhythmic to fast and ragged, and back again. “Are you drowning now?”

Her eyes locked with mine. I fingered her clit and watched her whole face change. “No. I’m flying.”

“Good.”

“What about you?”

She really was freaking out. “Me? I’m great. Pleasuring you is one of my all time favorite pastimes. That, and you’re so aroused that you’re dripping all over my cock. It’s fucking hot, Sam. I’m flying right beside you.”

“Oh…”

“Come down here and let me taste those,” I eyeballed her nipples. With a tug of her hands she leaned forward and braced against the headboard until they dangled into my mouth like a bunch of grapes.

“Oh Jace!” She whimpered just the way I liked it when I licked her. Then I lightly sucked on them and she began to rock her hips. “I want you inside me. Please?”

How could I say no to that? I fisted the base of my erection and guided it to her, letting her take the lead on how she took me.

Slow at first, mostly grinding against my hips and abs than riding me. Then inch by inch my cock edged deeper. “Still flying?”

“Higher. God, you feel good. Stretching me wide.” She gasped. “And deep!”

In a way I was just along for the ride tonight. Sam needed something and my best guess was that it was control. That was easy enough to give.

Besides, it was hot when she rode me. Her body was like a work of art with the way it moved. The way she strained against the pleasure, fighting it sometimes, giving in to it others.

I flicked my tongue over her nipples until she was gasping. I fingered her clit until she collapsed against me.

My turn.

With a quick flip, I took her hands in mine, threading our fingers, and pressed her hands into the mattress. “Holding out on me tonight?”

She shook her head. “No. Just not ready.”

I pumped into her once, watching the way her mouth fell open, how she couldn’t breathe with me inside her. With my weight on top of her I was able to grind against her clit between thrusts.

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