Page 19 of Wild Weekend
“I’m going to come,” I cry, and before I get the words out my world explodes.
I shatter against Will, crying his name as wave after wave of the deepest pleasure I’ve ever experienced hits my body.
Will slows enough for me to ride out my climax, then he picks up the pace again, thrusting harder and grunting every time he slams into me.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I fall over the edge again.
“Will!”
This time he comes with me, shouting my name and slamming so hard I think we’re going to go right through the door.
I’m panting hard, and my emotions are flying around so intensely that I need something to cling onto.
I sag against him with my pussy throbbing.
“You okay?” he asks.
It takes me a moment to get my emotions under control enough to answer. I’ve never felt these sensations before, and it’s terrifying. “Yeah.”
He carries me to the bathroom and sets me down on a stool. “Let me clean you up.”
Will runs a washcloth under the hot water and crouches before me. He runs the washcloth up my thighs, clearing away the stickiness of our combined juices.
He does one thigh and then moves onto the other, carefully wiping the warm cloth up my leg. No one has ever taken care of me like this before. I watch him quietly, this strong man kneeling before me. This is what it must be like to have a boyfriend who cares for you.
I shake the thought out of my head. This isn’t a boyfriend situation. We live on opposites sides of the country. Will made it clear this is a fling for this weekend only. I can’t expect anything else.
7
STELLA
Early morning light filters into the motel room through the flimsy curtains. A heavy arm drapes across my hip, and Will’s thigh presses into the side of my leg. Sometime in the night we gravitated toward each other, our bodies exhausted from the love-making sessions.
After he took me against the door, we ordered take out and stayed in the motel room missing the bands and the speakers.
I didn’t mind. We made love bent over the chest of drawers and again in the shower. My body can’t get enough of Will.
I’m sore in places I didn’t know you could be sore. But it’s a good sore, like how athletes must feel after running a marathon.
I watch Will sleep, noting the permanent creases in his forehead and the tiny silver hairs that streak hishairline. He’s had worries in his past, concerns that have lined his face.
Will’s eyes flicker open, and I close mine quickly so he doesn’t catch me staring at him.
“Good morning.” His voice is raspy, and it sends a delightful shiver down my spine.
When I open my eyes again he’s smiling at me, causing little creases to form in the corners of his eyes. “Morning.”
This is the closest we’ve been except for making love, and I wonder if he’s going to pull away from me. But instead he stretches his arm around me and pulls me closer.
I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart. The thumps slow and steady and I close my eyes, enjoying the solidness of having someone to hold.
Will kisses the top of my head. An intimate gesture, too intimate. I sit up before I lose myself in him completely.
“What did you do in the military?” I bunch the pillows up so I’m sitting and pull the blankets over my chest.
“I was a JAG captain.”
He must see my confusion, because he explains. “An attorney, a military lawyer.”
