door as we frantically tried to get our clothes off. I didn’t mind doing it with clothes on, but I liked seeing her body and tasting her skin if she let me.
“Slow down,” I said as she went for my belt. “Slow down, sweetheart.”
“You attacked me first,” she gasped as I kissed her neck, pulling her cardigan aside.
“True,” I said, blowing on her skin until goosebumps formed. “But I changed my mind. Let’s do this slow.” I started with the cardigan, slowly unbuttoning it as her hands moved under my shirt and up and down my back.
“No angry revenge sex?” I could tell she was having a hard time standing still.
I got to the last button and pulled the fabric off one shoulder, kissing the skin it revealed. “No. Just you and me sex.”
She smiled and laughed as I used the hem of her t-shirt to drag her back to the couch. I pushed aside cups and bottles and lay her down.
“If we’re going to take this slow, I think we need some music. Be right back.” I went to my stereo and plugged in my iPod, switching to a playlist I’d made before I met her. Ed Sheeran’s “Give Me Love” was the first song.
I glanced at her and walked back to the couch with the slow beat of the music. I kissed her mouth softly, brushing back her hair with both hands. She kissed me easily and it gave me some time to tease her, to try some things and learn if she liked them based on her response. It was like it was our first time.
Our clothes came off, layer by layer, piece by piece. She kissed my tattoos, and I kissed her freckles. I made my way down her stomach and paused with my face between her thighs.
“You don’t have to. Zack always said no.”
“I’m. Not. Zack,” I said planting a kiss with every word on the inside of her left thigh. “So I’m going to kiss you here. And here. And here.”
“Fuuuuccckkk,” she moaned, grabbing onto my ears.
“Easy, girl.” I backed off a little and started slower. Clearly, she hadn’t had a lot of oral experience, which was a damn shame. It didn’t take too much to get her off, so I decided to go for round two, and then round three. I added my fingers and absolutely wrecked her until her entire body convulsed and she cried out. I wished she could see what she looked like, lost in ecstasy.
I kissed my way back up her body and reached for the condom I’d stuffed behind the couch cushion before she’d come over.
“You really didn’t have to do that, but I’m so glad you did. I owe you at least two blow jobs for that. Would you like the first one now?” Her hand wrapped around my dick and moved up and down.
“Maybe later,” I said. “I want to be inside you.” I handed her the condom and she got it on with her usual swiftness.
“There’s something crazy sexy about a girl who can roll a condom like you.” I moved and then thrust into her so fast she wasn’t expecting it. She gasped and then pulled me close.
“I thought we were taking it slow?” She wrapped her legs around me and waited for me to go again.
“We are.” As slow as I could I pulled almost all the way out and then pounded into her again. We set a syncopated rhythm that drove us both over the edge.
I looked down at her to find her looking at me. Usually she turned her head, but finally, I got to stare into those wide brown eyes. I thrust into her again and held still, kissing her hard. I was shaking with the effort of doing it, but she was shaking too.
I finally couldn’t hold out any longer and I came, saying her name.
We were both still shaking as I lay my head on her chest.
“That was anything but slow,” she said, her fingers threading through my hair. I lifted my head up and propped my chin between her breasts.
“That was nice. Not angry or revenge-y at all.”
“Nope. Just you and me.”
***
“So what’s the deal with you and Ric?” she said as we lay on the couch. She was wearing my shirt and I just had my boxers on and we were sharing a bottle of beer, passing it back and forth.
I shrugged and handed the bottle back to her.
“I’ve known her for a couple of years.