Page 90 of The Honeymoon Hack
“I need this.” I stroked him slowly, fighting back a smile when his eyes rolled back at my touch.
I lowered my mouth, taking him deep. His sharp gasp vibrated through me. I worked him with my mouth, exploring every ridge and vein, pumping what I couldn’t swallow.
“Fuck, Brie,” he groaned, gripping my shoulder. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.”
The praise made me bolder. I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked, until he cursed and trembled.
But I needed more.
And knew he did, too.
I pulled off with a wet pop.
“I want you inside me,” I said, crawling up his body. “Fuck me.”
“I want to,” he gritted out, “but I didn’t pack condoms.”
Shit.
“Wait!” I scrambled to my suitcase, tearing it open, finally grateful for my sister’s overzealous packing. “Scarlett put some in my suitcase as part of our cover.”
I grabbed a handful and turned. He was propped on his elbows, watching me. His gaze—hot enough to blister—made liquid heat pool inside me.
“You’re a dream,” he breathed, and the insistent pulse inside me beat harder.
Back on the bed, I rolled the condom along his length, then positioned myself over his thickness. When our eyes locked, I paused. This reallywouldchange everything.
There was no going back to being just friends. It was this or it was nothing.
I chose everything.
And sank down, gasping at the delicious stretch. My body struggled to accommodate him.
“Take your time,” he managed, though the effort it took him to hold still was evident in the strain on his face.
But I wanted the burn. I wanted it all. I lifted myself and slid back down, finding my rhythm.
“Oh god,” I moaned, grinding against him. “So good.”
I’d always been self-conscious during sex, worried about how I looked or sounded. But with Will, all that vanished. He looked at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. When he reached up to pinch my nipples, I gasped, my inner walls clamping around him.
“You like that?” he asked, doing it again. “You like having your nipples played with while you ride my cock?”
He sat up, bringing us chest to chest, his mouth finding my neck while his hands guided my hips. The new angle sent him deeper, filling me completely.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “I’m close—so close?—”
Before I could finish, he flipped us over, his strong body pinning me beneath him. He drove into me with deep, demanding strokes, his intensity stealing my breath. My body ached for every brutal inch, craving the friction, and I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
“You are still so fucking wet,” he growled against my ear. “So tight, gripping my cock like it’s yours. Like you were made for me.”
“Come inside me,” I begged, nails raking down his sweat-slicked back.
He slid a hand between us to find my clit. The moment he touched me, my second orgasm hit like lightning.
“Will,” I might have yelled, “oh, Will!”
Two. Two earth-shattering orgasms.
