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“Tell me,” he growled.
“More,” I managed.
The heat of his body was gone for a moment–but only a moment–as he grabbed a condom from his bedside table, and then he was over me, his elbows braced on either side of my shoulders, his body aligned with mine and his thick head at my entrance. I looked up at him through hazy eyes.
“Yes,” I whispered, and he slid slowly but unhesitatingly inside. The rest of my air escaped me in a moan more breath than sound as he buried his cock deep inside me. “Yes,yes.”
“Flora,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re tight.”
“You’re big,” I shot back when he bottomed out and I had a chance to catch my breath.
He rocked his hips, dragging his length out before sinking back inside with a delicious friction, and I let myself sink into the feeling of it–his mouth on mine, tasting like wine and my own arousal, his hand on my hip, holding me still, his cock thrusting as he picked up a rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, urging him deeper, harder. “Yeah,” I said as he sank into me, and he grunted, slipping one hand under my ass, lifting me toward him. “Oh!” The change in angle had his cock rubbing against me in the best way; sizzles shot up my spine and down to my toes.
“Oh,oh, don’t stop,” I moaned.
His rhythm, the stretch, it was alljust right, and I could feel myself inching dangerously towards the edge with every confident thrust, every ridge and vein that dragged through my walls driving me higher and higher. I was losing control, the edges of my mind going fuzzy and my fingers tingling.
“Flora,” he groaned, “God, you feel so damnperfect.”
His breath gusted hot against my ear, and I couldn’t bear it any longer.I didn’t want to come too soon–didn’t want this to be over–but–
“I can’t–” I gasped. “You’re going to make me–”
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, sweetheart, yes, come for me.”
And I did.
Whiteness rolled over my vision as a powerful release snapped through me, my back arching against him as he thrust into me again and again. The room dropped away, and as his own thrusts grew jerky and tight, I let the feeling of our pure, unadulterated bliss wash over me in wave after wave, warming me from the inside, washing my brain clear of worry.
Of any thought at all.
CHAPTER4
Flora
Bright,early-summer sunshine beamed through the massive windows, warming my skin as I blinked open my eyes to an unfamiliar room. It spilled luxuriously over rumpled, pale grey bedsheets, casting them in soft gold and blue shadows. What time was it? Late, I was sure–or at least, late for me. I always looked forward to the summer, and the teacher version of sleeping in. Was it seven, maybe? Seven thirty, even?
A soft sigh came from behind me, and the think mattress shifted as the man on the other half of the bed shifted in his sleep. I grinned, burying my face in his soft feather pillow as I remembered last night, the way he’d moved so confidently, the way he’d taken meallthe way apart and put me back together again with soft words and firm hands.
The first time had been just what I needed.
And the second… I sighed, blissful.
Yes–a one-night stand had beenexactlywhat I’d needed. I rolled onto my back, pulling the sheets up over my bare breasts, and stared up at his ceiling, still smiling.
“I hope that smile’s for me,” came a husky voice from beside me on the bed.
My head fell to the side to find warm brown eyes looking back at me. God, he was handsome.Ryan. Dark lashes ringed his eyes, and this close up, I could see small gold flecks that hadn’t been visible in the low light of last night. He’d been clean-shaven at last night’s book launch, and the little bit of stubble on his smooth face this morning made his sharp jawline stand out. I let my eyes drop lower, to his broad chest. His muscled arm lay over the sheets, blocking any view further down. It didn’t matter. The mental image of his gorgeous cock–and more importantly, the way itfelt–was one I wouldnotforget.
“It’s for myself, actually,” I corrected. “But you can share it, if you want to.”
“I’ll do you one better,” he said, although his lips had already pulled back into a half smile. He reached out, tucking his arm around my waist, pulling me across the bed into his side. My eyes widened and the smile fell into soft heat as his mouth met mine. I forgot all about my morning breath as he kissed me, his lips moving slow and sweet before he sank deeper, his tongue sliding languorously against my own.
Is this always what it’s like, kissing an older man?I thought vaguely as he rolled on top of me, his legs on either side of one of my own.Do they just have that much more practice?I shoved the thought away as jealousy flared through my belly, instead bringing one hand up to twine into Ryan’s hair, pulling him down to kiss me harder. I rocked my hips up to feel his morning erection hard and insistent on my thigh.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked, and I thought for a moment he’d forgotten my name before he added, “Flora? You want this again?”
“Please,” I said, and then, “Yes,” and then I didn’t speak again except to moan his name.
