The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,76
at me on my back, holding the bottle of lube from my nightstand and a small, silver plug shaped like the smooth bud of a rose.
“Where’d you get this?” he asks.
“Reggie brought it home after a night out drinking.”
“All right then,” he says, sounding disappointed. “My fault for asking.”
“We never used it,” I say. “I mean, obviously he tried, more than once. I wouldn’t.”
He lets his gaze travel down my body. “But you’d let me?”
I admire him too, the tattoos I’m coming to know better, the fine dark hair on his thighs and calves. His strength is evident. He could hurt me, but he won’t. I’m willing to have him in this intimate place. Maybe it’s a fuck-you to my ex, but I want Andrew to have something nobody else ever has. And above all, most importantly, I’ve been curious about anal since Andrew fingered me in the hotel room—and I enjoyed it.
Our eyes meet at the same time. “I would love to,” he says. “But not if you have to think that hard about it.”
If I had any doubts, his concern is enough to cut through them. “I want to. I didn’t, with him, but you—you’re different.”
“Smart,” he says simply. “You knew, on some level, you couldn’t trust him.”
“But why do I trust you? I barely know you. We aren’t even—” I look away. It occurs to me he might see this as a step in the wrong direction, an intimacy that goes beyond what we agreed to. “It doesn’t mean I—”
“What if it does mean something, Amelia?” I turn back to him. “You do know me. We’ve been honest with each other from day one. That’s why you’re comfortable doing this. You know where I stand. I know where you stand. There’s no secrets between us.”
Andrew would hurt me now to save me later. Maybe that’s why I trust him. I’d do the same for him. I get up onto my elbows and crook my ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him to the edge of the bed. “Get rid of the condom.”
He arches an eyebrow at me. “You sure?”
“I want to feel you. Are you clean?”
He nods. “I haven’t gone without a condom since Shana, and I was tested after she left. Just to be sure.”
“Same with me and Reggie.”
With a grin, he tosses the wrapper over his shoulder and pulls my skirt down my hips, discarding it on the ground. I retreat on the mattress as he crawls toward me. “I told you I was an ass man.”
“I’m not sure if I’m an ass girl.”
“You will be when I’m done with you.” When he’s above me, he lowers his mouth, ghosting it over mine. “Then we’ll be a match made in heaven.”
“I don’t know about that,” I tease, then raise my lips to his.
He cups the back of my head and eases his weight on me. Leisurely, I slide my tongue over his, deepening the kiss. He curls his fingers into my hair and groans, grinding his hips against me. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Flip over, babe.”
He lifts up to give me room, his bicep muscles bulging. When I’m on my stomach, he sits on the backs of my thighs, straddling me.
I hear the cap of the lube pop open. My insides clench before he even touches me. Since I can’t see, I’m forced to fill in the blanks as I listen to him squirt lube into his palms, the gooey sounds as he rubs his hands together.
“Your ass was one of the first things I noticed about you,” he says, spreading my cheeks apart with sticky fingers.
“It’s the first place I—” I suck in a breath as he slides his fingers up my crack, “—first place I gain weight.”
“Thank God,” he says through a chuckle. He grabs both my cheeks, kneading them. “Otherwise I might’ve missed you.”
I’m more turned on than self-conscious, so I push back against his hands. “Patience,” he says. I hear the grin in his voice. “I can’t exactly dive in.”
I search for a witty comeback but lose my train of thought as he starts to explore. He teases my clit with his thumb as he presses one finger into my anus. “If at any point I’m going too fast—”
“I’ll tell you,” I promise.
He works it in to the knuckle. Since we’ve done this before, and he’s nice and slick, it doesn’t take long before he’s adding a second finger. I breathe evenly against the