Page 61 of The Sexy Part
He slowly undresses me, his lusty gaze making me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. His mouth trails down my stomach, and then he kneels to drop a kiss over my sex. The breath whooshes from my lungs as I realize his intention.
His hands cup my ass as he kisses me intimately, his tongue parting me.Oh my God. I glance down at his dark head, his hot mouth, his hands firm on me. Within minutes I’m rocking against him, pleasure flooding me, turning me into a mindless, throbbing, aching bundle of need. I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair, and then it hits hard, an explosion of pleasure that makes me cry out. He stays with me, letting me ride out wave after wave of pure pleasure.
He stands and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to his bed. “You’re so sexy.”
I sigh. “You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.” I stiffen, immediately wanting to take the words back. This is supposed to be fun and casual. No pressure, no expectations.
“Thank you. You’re amazing too.”
I meet his eyes, shocked by the tenderness there. “You don’t have to say it just because I said it. I understand this is a onetime thing.”
He sets me on the bed and strips out of the rest of his clothes. “It’s whatever we want it to be.”
Holy crap, he’s hung. I didn’t expect that. My mouth goes dry.
“I’ll be gentle,” he says, reaching for a condom from the nightstand.
I’m speechless. It’s just wow. He’s magnificent.
He rips the foil packet open and rolls it on. Then he covers me with his body, his hand cupping my face. “How’re you doing?”
I wrap my arms and legs around him. “Great!”
He smiles. “Good.” He shifts, settling between my legs as he slowly slides inside, filling me. He gazes into my eyes. My breath catches, my heart pounding. Because that look is not casual. That look is deep, intimate.
He kisses me, stroking the hair back from my face. My heart cracks open in that moment, a terrifying rush of emotion I’m not ready for.
I lift my hips. “Go hard. I need it.”So I’m not mistaking sex for love.
I’m rewarded with a hard thrust. I wrap my legs higher around him, taking him deeper. His fingers tangle in my hair as he sucks on the side of my neck and continues with a slow in and out.
“Harder, faster,” I urge.
“Slower, deeper,” he says in a strained voice, doing exactly that. He slides a hand under my ass and holds me in place for a crazy slow grind of pleasure.
He gazes into my eyes, and I’m caught, drowning in all I feel for this amazing man. I’m too open, too vulnerable, and I can’t survive another broken heart.
I grab his ass and pull him hard against me.
And then I cling to him as his control finally snaps and he pounds into me, his breath harsh and hot near my ear.Yes, yes, yes. This is what I need. Just two bodies racing to release. I’m lost in sensation, the deep pressure in my core, the heat and strength of him, his scent, and then I tumble over into a powerful release, an explosion of electric pleasure that radiates through my body. He groans with one last deep thrust, shuddering and then stilling.
A long moment later, he rolls off me and heads to the bathroom, probably to get rid of the condom. I’m so limp and boneless, but I know I have to go. That’s how friends with benefits works, right? I don’t know the rules. I’ve never done this before. Do I say goodbye? Thank you? Maybe a text once I’m safely home and out of danger of losing my heart to him.
He returns before I can work out the right thing to do. He smiles, and I melt. No, not good. I have to get out of here. I shift to the edge of the bed.
He looks at me over my shoulder. “Stay the night.”
“I don’t think that’s what friends with benefits do.”
He pulls me gently to the mattress so I’m lying on my back. “We can do whatever we want. No rules, no pressure, no expectations.”
“Well, we should have at least one rule, like sex is just a onetime amazing thing.”
He brushes my hair back from my face. “If you stay the night, it can be more than once, but it’ll still count as one time since you never left.”
I give in, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’re brilliant.”
He kisses me tenderly, settles the covers over me, and shifts me so we’re spooning. I love spooning. I hardly ever got a chance to revel in it before. I have a feeling he could do this for hours. Slow and easy just like his personality.
