Page 56 of Small Town Firsts
“We need to get up.”
“You just said you didn’t want to.” I feathered the tips of my fingers along her pussy. Still wet for me. I loved that every time I touched her, she was half ready for me. “Silky soft,” I said as I dipped inside and lightly pulsed the palm of my hand along her clit and her answering squeeze made me groan. “Just like that.”
“You’re far too good at this.”
I tipped her head toward me with my other hand to tangle my tongue with hers. “I’m good at learning things.” Her amber eyeswere soft and unfocused as she watched me through her slitted lashes. Again, that little crease was there between her brows.
As if she couldn’t figure me out.
I felt the surrender. The way her body opened for me was a gift I had a feeling I’d never tire of. At least here, she trusted me a little.
I hooked her long leg over my thigh to make room to slide two fingers into her again and again. Her pussy sucked my fingers back in each time, her body flexing and accepting each time as she soaked my hand. I widened her and dipped in another until she was arching off of me, her arms lifting so she could grip my hair, then the sheets beside us.
Restless and searching, I didn’t let her go over.
“Edging was never so delicious until you were mine, Kira.”
She dug her heel into the mattress and tried to leverage herself up to grind on my hand. “Stop teasing and fill me up, dammit. I need you.” She twisted and I knew I’d be a goner if she got on top of me.
I clamped my hand around her waist so she couldn’t roll over. My dick pressed into the perfect cleft of her ass. I really wanted to get inside of her, and my hips followed her bucking, angry thrusts for release. Holding on for dear life, I speared my fingers inside her until she was shaking.
I tucked my chin into her shoulder and used every muscle I had to keep her open while she drenched my hand and her thighs. I wanted to lick all of it off her, to drown in her taste, but she was lost to the wild need to come.
I rolled us to the side and reached for the box of condoms on the bedside until they scattered all over the floor and bed.
Thank God one bounced across the sheets toward us. She grabbed for it and I snatched it from her as she pumped herself against my fingers. I couldn’t rip it open with one handespecially since her hair was tangled around my mouth. She laughed as I growled.
I’d been able to hold myself in check until she went redline with need and now I was just as close.
She ripped it open with shaking fingers and we both fumbled to get me suited up. I rolled onto my knees to get behind her, folding both her legs to pin her to the mattress as I blindly thrust forward.
She screamed as I drove into her again and again. The friction from clamping her legs together made me throw my head back with a guttural groan. I couldn’t stop, even when I saw how red her thighs were from the rougher hair on my legs.
She gripped the side of the mattress and pushed back on me, taking everything I gave her and demanding more.
I gripped her hip, my fingers making marks in her skin—more marks. She would be painted by the end of this and I wanted to be sorry for it but I couldn’t. I was just grateful she could take me, seemed to want this as much as I did.
Her keening cry dented the haze that had enveloped me like a dream. Only then did I realize how my heart thundered in my ears and my chest heaved with exertion. Sweat soaked both of us as our skin slapped together. She vised around me and she’d clamped her fingers around the wrist of the hand that practically dented her hip.
Her nails dug into my skin, and the prick of pain set off a chain reaction. Heat blazed up my spine then back down like racing electricity as I gave a final thrust and filled the condom. The room went dark, and I staggered a little to fall onto the mattress behind her.
“Jesus.” I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. “Fuck.” How could it be that good again? I draped my arm over my eyes and focused on dragging in oxygen.
Kira laughed. She was slumped half off the bed, but kept giggling even as she whimpered.
“What’s the joke?”
“Death by orgasm. I’ve read about it. Thought they were lying in books.” She rolled back toward me, as out of breath as I was. “Fiction and fantasy, but it’s real.” She kissed my arm. “So very real.”
We laid side by side, twin pieces of wreckage in the very best war.
I turned my head and met her gaze. She was softer than before. The furrow in her brow had been replaced with smooth happiness.
“We ate all the hangover cure pizza.”
I winced. “We sure did.”
“Personally, I’m shocked I was able to…” she waved her hand weakly, “so many times with that many carbs in my system.”
