Page 58 of Just Like in the Movies

Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

‘No way,’ he murmured.

Good lord had she just screamed that out loud?

But before she could register the embarrassment, he got back to work. Licking, sucking, probing, stroking.

And sent her soaring again. Higher. And higher. And higher still. Until …

She shattered into a billion glittering shards of incandescent light.

As she drifted back down to earth, she heard his urgent plea. ‘Do you have condoms? I need to be inside you, ASAP.’

‘I … I don’t, but I’m on the pill.’

‘You’re sure?’ he said. Cradling her face, his erection pressed against her belly. Long, hard, wonderfully insistent. ‘I’m clean, I swear,’ he added. ‘I have a full medical exam each year for my company insurance and I never have unprotected sex …’ He paused. ‘Generally, speaking.’

He was making an exception for her, because he trusted her.

The pulsing in her heart spread up her chest, choking her a little. Why should she find that so romantic?

‘I’m clean, too,’ she said, stifling the rosy glow in practicalities. ‘I had a full STD test …’ Three years ago. She bit off the information. He didn’t need to know that Ed, her last boyfriend, had been a cheat. Especially as she could barely even remember what Ed looked like right now. ‘Fairly recently,’ she lied. ‘And I haven’t slept with anyone since.’ That much at least was true.

‘Thank fuck,’ he grunted. Then he gripped her hips, angled her pelvis and taking himself in hand, found her entrance.

She circled his neck, her fingers tangling in the hairs at his nape, as the heavy weight slid inside her, the slickness of her two orgasms easing the way. The penetration was immense when he was finally lodged deep, the stretched feeling full and thick.

She gripped his neck, his grunts matching her soft sobs, as the need began to prickle and hum again. Surely she wasn’t going to have her first vaginal orgasm, she thought vaguely. That would be too much. Too good.

But he hadn’t lied. He rocked his hips once, twice, three times, then collapsed on top of her with a loud grunt.

They lay like that, with his weight pushing her into the mattress, their sweaty limbs entangled. She stroked his nape, refusing to let the doubts in, relishing the feel of his erection still inside her as he softened.

At last, he lifted off her, then positioned himself by her side. Propped on an elbow, he leaned down to kiss her. The touch of his lips on hers was reverent, sweet, the musky taste impossibly erotic, but then the pulse of sadness intruded – because she could already sense him pulling away.

‘Sorry, I didn’t last,’ he said.

She covered his hand on her belly. And smiled back at him. ‘Not a problem, there’s always a next time …’ she said, then wished she hadn’t.

It wasn’t a suggestion, it was just a turn of phrase. She didn’t want to sound any more needy and insecure than was absolutely necessary.

He didn’t say anything, just stroked her cheek with his thumb.

‘Plus I got the two best orgasms of my life out of it,’ she said smoothly to fill the void. ‘So I’m not complaining.’

No other sexual experience had even come close to what Luke Devlin had just delivered – and she was including sessions with her trusty vibrator in the league table.

But then they’d both been on sexual tenterhooks for over a week, and she liked him. The circumstances had been right for an epic shag. This didn’t have to be about anything other than good timing. And excellent chemistry.

Luke was a man who clearly liked sex, and women, and knew how to please them. That said, his formula for success wasn’t that complex – he’d put her in charge of her own pleasure and then gotten creative when necessary. The problem with the five guys she’d dated previously, going back to Stan McCormack and the Skoda Octavia Debacle, was they’d not only been dumb selfish arseholes. They’d also been extremely unimaginative.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Luke murmured. ‘I should probably head back to my place.’

Was that

reluctance she could hear in his voice? Or was she projecting?

‘You don’t have to.’ Really you don’t.

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