Page 74 of Lessons in Love
“So good, babe. Keep going. Don’t slow down.”
Smiling, our making love turns into a good fucking as she takes and gives, accepts, and returns the favor. Her nails digging into my skin spur me on to move even faster. I’m getting close, so close. I reach to where our bodies are joined and find her littleerotic bundle of nerves. With my thumb, I put pressure where I know she wants it. “Can you come for me, baby?”
“Oh my God. I’m so close already. Harder.” Her back arches and her head pushes into the bed, opening her body up to me like a flower blooming for the sun. “Keep going.” A little more pressure sends her moaning and she let’s go, falling into a bliss that strums through her like a string on a guitar. She’s stunning in her orgasm as her body flexes around me, encouraging my own release.
Holding her by the shoulders, I fuck with all I have left, my body demanding I go big while heading into home. Darkness clouds my view and the lights burst, and I give in wholly to the demanding release. I collapse on top of her, and roll to the side, my soul sighing in contentment. “Holy?—”
“Jack fucking Daniels.”
A woman after my own heart. Through my haze, I smile, reach over, and pull her to me. One eye opens and then another. She’s looking over at me with a huge, sassy grin on her face. “That good, huh?”
“Better than I hoped and I had high hopes considering I’m learning from the best.”
“You’re good for my ego, you know that.” I lean over and kiss her head. “You’re good for me.”
“Will it always be this good, Hardy?”
“The sex? It will get better. Trust me.”
She giggles, and hits my chest playfully. “I meant us,this, being together.”
“This will get better too. You can trust me on that as well. I’ll make sure of it.” I yawn, and hold my arm above my heading, look at the time. “Twelve past midnight.”
Popping up, she says, “We missed a kiss at midnight.”
“Oh we were kissing at midnight, baby. And a whole lot more.”
Settling back down and laughing lightly, she says, “You’re right. We sure were. I can’t believe you popped my cherry.”
“Popped, tasted, devoured.”
“Okay, enough of that. Let’s just go with Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year.” We kiss before she gets out of bed and hands me my glass of champagne.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.” We sip and then I kiss her again just because I can.
She slips out of bed and goes to the bathroom. Watching her pad across my floor I can’t help but hope to have this view more often. And I really fucking hope that my dad is right about what you are doing at midnight is what you’ll be doing all year long because I could really get onboard with being inside V all year.
We swap turns and when I return to bed, I lay my head next to hers. My arm is holding her by the waist while my body relaxes, ready for sleep. Vanilla and sex lingers in the air, a smile lingering on her face. I give her a kiss and close my eyes. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I move even closer, molding myself around her.
Drawing figure eights on my arm, she already knows me, can feel that something’s weighing on my mind. Her voice is soft like her touch. “Are you okay, Hardy?”
My head and heart are fuzzy. “I’m feeling a little drunk.”
“I didn’t think you drank much tonight.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then how are you drunk?”
Opening my eyes, I whisper, “Since I met you I’ve been drunk on love.”
She kisses my nose. Her tone is reassuring, her lips soft against my skin. “That’s the best kind of drunk.”
“I’m going to have one helluva hangover.” I smile. “It might last years.”
