Page 56 of Broken Hearts
We messed around a bunch last night, but tonight feels different. Sex is imminent, and I know myself well enough to know that taking it to the next level will only increase my feelings for him.
“And are you okay?” he asks, sliding one of those hands up my back, sending a shiver up my spine.
“I’m perfect.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I jump into his strong arms and kiss him to show him just how okay I am. Josie is right. The regret of not knowing would be worse than any disaster that’s heading my way.
He lays me down on his bed, kicks off his shoes, and pulls his T-shirt over his head. I move to kneel on the mattress in front of him and undo his jeans. God, he has a great body.
Anticipation and excitement make my fingers move fast, but Rhett’s jeans are a real challenge to get over his legs.
He chuckles, helping me, and then I’m eye level with a serious bulge covered only by black boxer briefs. He stands there, unmoving, as I inch them down. His dick springs free.
I hesitate, swallowing. He’s long and thick. A bead of precum leaks from the tip.
“It’s so pretty.”
His chest puffs out before the sound of his laugh fills the room. “Pretty?”
“Mhmm.” I run a hand along the V of his hip. “Are you going to tell me it’s handsome or some other masculine term?”
“Hell no.” His voice is gruff and his ab muscles contract as I glide my hand south. “You keep staring at it like that and you can use whatever adjective you like. Besides, girls like pretty things.”
That we do.
As I bring my mouth to the head of his cock, I suddenly wish I were more of a drinker because some liquid courage would be great about now. I’m all sobered up and second-guessing every movement.
“Ah fuck.” His words are deep and throaty. His fingers thread through my hair and then one hand grips my neck, pulling me off his dick and guiding my face up until he slams his mouth down over mine in another crushing kiss.
Guiding me with that big hand at my neck and another snaked around my waist, he forces me onto my back.
He’s muscular, but lean and watching his body move over me is the sexiest thing. His hand stays at my neck as he kisses his way up my stomach, stopping to bite each nipple, and then slanting his mouth over mine in the most tender way that I’m not expecting.
I shift my hips under him, grinding up into his dick. He groans and the grip on my neck tightens.
“One second.” He shifts to open a drawer on his nightstand, grabs a condom, and covers himself.
At first I think it’s light from the window shining in, but when he positions himself at my entrance, I giggle at the neon yellow color of his dick.
“It looks like a banana.”
“Glow in the dark, baby.”
“Afraid I wouldn’t be able to find it?” I tease.
The thick head of his cock pushes in an inch and I suck in a breath.
A wicked grin pulls at his lips as he pulls out that delicious inch. Sitting on the bed, he pulls me up and onto his lap. He lowers me slowly down onto him. His penetrating gaze is millimeters from mine and he catches every whimper and moan as he fucks me.
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back so he can suck on my neck. All while he pumps my body down onto his over and over.
When my breaths come quicker, he grips both of my hips to increase the pace and angles my body backward so he can kiss and suck my boobs. I detonate in his arms. He’s doing all the work anyway, but I’m a rag doll as my climax goes on so long it blends with his moments later.
My heart flutters and I lean forward and rest my head on his shoulder. He’s still buried inside of me and he wraps his arms around my waist and brushes my hair away from my face so he can place a kiss on my forehead. And his heart hammers against me in perfect rhythm.
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I fighta yawn as we get ready for bed. I finger-brush my hair and Rhett gives me a T-shirt to sleep in.
“Green,” he says as he snuggles up behind me.
