Page 111 of Book Boyfriends
“That’s my sweet Peach.” He crooks his fingers.
Like a coming storm, sex with Davis starts slow with languid strokes and kisses but gains momentum until it’s a steady downpour. The building tension makes my legs wobble, but I don’t need to worry. Davis has me. His left arm loops around my middle, steadying me, while he works me.
“I’m gonna… Davis!” I scream, my nails dig into the table’s surface with the force of my release.
He lifts my shaking form into his arms like I weigh nothing. Self-satisfaction sparks in his features as he carries me into his room.
“Light as a feather,” he teases, tossing me onto the bed and crawling atop me.
“Stiff as a board.” I run my hand over the tented fabric of his shorts.
Laughing, he takes my mouth. The hard kiss bruises in the best way. The way that tells me that this man is on fire for me. His dark eyes, demanding kisses, and the press of his hardness against me inflame my desire for more.
“Pants off. Condom, now,” I command between kisses.
He rolls off me. Discarding his clothes, he opens the bedstand drawer and grabs a condom.
“Care to try a new angle?” I coo, getting on all fours, and tossing a saucy expression over my shoulder.
“This ass,” he praises with a little tap causing me to let out a soft moan.
“No butt stuff yet.”
“I like that you saidyet.” He grips my hips, his hard cock rubbing against me.
My answering laugh is cut off by his slow push into me. Hips high, I bury my face in the pillow with his indulgent drives. It doesn’t take me long to be at the brink again. Not with his deepening pumps, filthy praises, and stroke of my clit. Like a stealthy orgasm cat burglar, this man somehow knows the combination to unlock every ounce of pleasure from me.
“Davis!” My cry is muffled by the pillow.
Fingers biting, he slams harder into me. The force prolongs the waves of release.
“God,” he groans, his body jerking with climax.
After a few panted moments, he kisses the top of my head and slides out of me. Still breathless, I lay atop his comforter while he goes to take care of the condom. Returning, he scoops me into his arms, pressing me against his chest. Our bodies sated and sweaty, we just lay there.
“If these sleepovers become a regular thing, I may have to start doing cardio to keep up with you.” Smirking, I trace the outline of his boyish grin with my fingertip.
“If all my trips to the gym end with that, I’ll happily write you a seven-day-a-week cardio regimen to follow.”
“My poor vagina.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of her.” His grin is devilish.
“I have no doubts.” I sit up in bed. “Now, let me take you to the shower to get cleaned off. Time for me to pamper you, Mr. Sweet Man.”
He just lies there with his arms up. “Fine. If I must be pampered, I’ll let you carry me into the shower.”
“I may be equal opportunity in pampering one another, but carrying people will forever be your jurisdiction.”
“Fine.” He jumps off the bed and then hoists me into his arms. “I shall carry you off to my shower and you shall bathe me, woman.”
Laughing, I let him carry me away. Though he’s not carrying me far because I know I’m already gone for this man.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THIRD ACT BREAKUP
Contentment thrums through me with my full belly from our breakfast this morning and the delicious ache between my legs after our rigorous sex. The only thing more rigorous than our sex was how Davis cleaned his table while I made our breakfast. The lopsided grin on his face as he wiped down the wooden surface telegraphed zero regrets.
