Page 89 of Sweeper
She laughs into my neck as her hands hold tight to my shoulders. Her euphoria is infectious as I grip her waist and brush the hair away from her face.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she squeals before turning around to embrace the females coming over to congratulate us.
“I can’t either actually,” I reply with a laugh. I’ve only ever done that once, and it was with my best friend’s little sister at a college, and there was a lot of alcohol involved. Nice to know I still got it.
The guys all clamor around and begin firing questions at me about the technique and how I pulled it off. It’s a bizarre feeling because once again, I’m surrounded by people who might not just be friends…they could very well be much, much more.
Daphney
Kisses outside…
in the taxi…
on the stairs…
in the hallway.
Kisses outside of my door…
inside my door…
in my kitchen.
Kisses by my bed.
My skin tingles with endless kisses Zander places over every inch of my body as he slowly removes my clothes and brushes his lips upon all my newly exposed parts. When he removes his suit, I do the same. Relishing in the warm ripples of his muscles and his heartbeat thrumming wildly beneath his chest.
He lays me gently down on my bed, still kissing, always kissing. Kissing like he can’t get enough of me, and I can’t get enough of him.
Zander moves to grab a condom, and I grip my legs around his hips and hold him to me. “I’m on the pill,” I say, staring up at him.
He frowns down at me, a halo of golden light surrounding him and making this moment seem even more like an out-of-body experience. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I trust you.”
His eyes dip to my lips, and we’re kissing again. Soft, sweet, tender kisses as his erection brushes over my bare center. I reach down and position it between my legs, desperate to connect us on a deeper level.
Zander stops kissing me long enough to gaze into my eyes as he pushes every single inch inside me. I inhale, my breath suspended in my chest as I allow our eyes to remain locked on one another. I’m certain I’ve never felt this close to a man in my life.
Zander and I may have started off casual, but I know him, and he knows me on a deep, credulous level. It is that trust that makes this moment more special and more real.
I thought I’d been in love before. I thought I knew what love was and could identify it immediately.
I was dead wrong.
I stroke my hands up and down Zander’s spine as he moves inside me slowly, lyrically, like he’s taking note of every sensation and committing it to memory. His lips pepper kisses on my breasts and my neck as I brand this night into my heart as well. This night when I sang a song to a man I was falling for. This night when I opened my heart up to someone, and he accepted it in his own unique way. This night when I felt inspired to take my life back and create my own destiny.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back. It’s too soon. I don’t want to scare him away. It’s good enough to think them for now as he moves inside me, pushing me closer and closer to climax with each ragged breath that dances between us.
Orgasms aren’t just tied to good sex. They’re tied to feelings and emotions. They’re tied to your mind and the connection you feel with someone. Zander wasn’t someone I thought would inspire this in me. It just goes to show you that destiny is the true driver of life.
“I want you to come in me, Zander,” I husk, my voice ragged as he sucks on my nipples. Heat is building in my center already as I struggle to hold off my climax.
“Sweetheart,” Zander murmurs against my flesh before his eyes snap to mine. The look of sheer vulnerability in them is breathtaking. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I cry, my hips swiveling up to meet his thrusts. “I’m so close, Zander. Come with me.”
“You feel too good,” he grunts, his face looking tortured for a moment as his head hangs above me, shaking side to side. “I don’t think I can stop.”
