Page 69 of Meant to Be
He held it open and let her in. She was about to turn, but he grabbed her and pressed her against the door, and immediately his hands were pulling away her clothing. He wasn’t kidding about the thirty seconds.
Her hands were frantic as they slid under his shirt, caressing the hot, hard planes of his chest. Before she could push the shirt up and off, he was yanking hers off, his lips feasting on a bra-covered breast. She gasped, thrilled at the sensations of the tug of her nipple with his teeth and his hands sliding down her backside as he pushed her pants off. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants.
“You too.” She reached for his shirt again.
He complied, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
It gave him a moment to look at her, standing in her bra and panties. Her nipples were hard peaks, but the way his eyes raked over her made them ache and reach out for more.
“We need a bed.” He grabbed her, and they stumbled their way up the hall, bouncing against the walls like pinballs, lips fused as they worked off their remaining clothes.
She bumped into something followed by a rattle and crash. But there was no time to check on it as Mitch pushed her onto the bed. He was still in his briefs, which was unacceptable, so she immediately sat, gripped the waistband, and pulled. His erection sprang free, bobbing red, engorged, in front of her, begging for attention. She complied, snaking her tongue out, swirling around the tip.
He let out an expletive. Stepping away, he leaned over, opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom. Mitch groaned as he sheathed himself.
Then he was over her. “Please, God, tell me you’re ready.”
“Yes.” She was past ready. She had a moment to think this was going too fast, and yet, there was no way to slow it down. Her body trembled with fierce need.
As if to make sure, his fingers slid between her legs. Apparently he was satisfied as he adjusted his hips, grabbing hers with both hands, and, in one long push, he was in.
Sydney’s hands gripped him and held him to her as his fullness filled her. How long had she dreamt about this moment? How many times had she fantasized about being one with him again? It was better than she remembered. Better than she’d dreamed. Her hands slid over his body. It was harder, leaner, and stronger than before.
“Now, now, now…” Mitch hooked his hand under her thigh and lifted it, opening her to him.
She wouldn’t have thought it possible he could fill her more, but he pushed and filled her again. She arched, reaching for more. Each slide of him sending her higher and higher. She moved with him, finding a rhythm that drove them both harder, faster to the edge. She was unable to take in full breaths, but what did it matter? Nothing mattered but him and the sweet torment of their mating.
He grunted and shifted to slide a hand between their bodies.
“Sydney.” Her name came out on a groan, as his fingers rubbed the sensitive nub between her thighs. That one touch shot her to the heavens, her orgasm exploding in a wave radiating from her center to the tips of her toes and the top of her head.
Her moan intertwined with his, as he levered himself on both hands and pumped relentlessly, in and out, drawing out her pleasure. He let out an expletive and slammed into her, holding and grinding. He did it again and again until, with a last groan, he collapsed on her.
His heart hammered against her chest, surprisingly in time with her own. She held him, wanting to prolong this moment as long as possible. This was just sex but, for that moment, she could savor the feeling it was more, even though she knew it would lead to disappointment and hurt.
It was pathetic what she was willing to do to be near him again. But she pushed that thought aside and held him until he rolled off, lying on his back, flopping his arm over his eyes.
“Let me catch my breath.”
She nodded, unable to respond until her own breathing returned to normal. She wanted to curl up next to him but wasn’t sure he’d be open to it. Did affairs involve cuddling?
She watched him, and eventually his head turned, and he grinned. “That wasn’t much different from the first time.”
It took her a moment to catch his reference. But then she remembered: the first time they’d made love. They were eighteen, and while neither had been a virgin, they’d been eager, and needy, and it was over quickly. There were some differences, though. For one, that first time didn’t have the same frantic desperation about it. And second, she hadn’t had an orgasm, much less a mind-blowing one.
“Except…” He turned to his side, sliding a hand over her lower belly. “I think I succeeded in making you come this time.”
Her cheeks warmed. “Yes.”
“Good to know I’ve improved.” His lips wrapped around her still-sensitive nipple, tugging lightly. “And, I don’t remember you being so willing to use your mouth.”
She blinked until understanding dawned, causing her cheeks to heat again as she remembered how she laved his erection before he unceremoniously pushed her back and took her on a hard, fast ride. He was right that she’d been hesitant to use her mouth on him during college, not because she didn’t like it, or thought it was wrong, but because she could never be sure she was doing it right. Sydney hated feeling inept, and while she made the effort to please him, and he’d never complained, she’d never felt comfortable. But tonight, she hadn’t even thought about it. She was driven by desire and instinct.
“I was caught up in the moment.”
He grinned. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you more time, but I damn near came right then.”
She smiled, happy to see an amiable side of him. He could have regretted what they’d just done. It wouldn’t have surprised her if he had. He’d regretted kissing and touching her before.
