another?”
“That’s very tempting.” She sucks on her bottom lip, laughing when I wag my brows in a very suggestive manner. “But it’s your turn.”
“Are you sure about that?” I skim my fingers along her inner thigh.
She squirms, parting her legs to grant me full access again. “I want you inside of me.”
Who am I to argue with the inevitable? Other than the obvious outcome that I’m going to embarrass myself. My stamina in this department is nonexistent. I drop a kiss to her woozy smile. “Fuck, sweetheart. Those words from your mouth are my undoing.”
Blakely grinds herself against me. “Prove it.”
I wrench my briefs down with a hurried shove, moving like they’re on fire. That metaphor will likely fit more than one scenario in the coming minutes. My erection bobs and slaps against the lowest ridge of my abdomen. Her slender fingers cinch around me with a steel grip, lacking any amount of shyness or hesitation.
“Someone’s excited,” she murmurs against my cheek.
I hammer into her fist so she’s jacking me with even strokes. “I’m glad you’re impressed with speed when it comes to sex, because this is gonna be a lightning round.”
“And what you’re capable of with this bad boy.” Blakely giggles and gives my length another sturdy tug.
Too many years of stifled demands are compelling me to drive forward with a single thrust, burying myself inside of her until we’re one. My instincts force reason to pierce through the fog. Blakely is precious. That solitary fact is what I want to convey above all. Going slow and being tender is in my favor as well. If we ease into this, I have a chance to last longer than two pumps. That’s the only logical option, unless I want to turn this into a comedic performance.
“I’ll be gentle,” I vow.
“Not on my account,” she retorts.
“You don’t get to be the boss in this. Not the first time, at least.” I rasp the command against her neck, getting harder when she trembles at my tease of a kiss.
Her fingers scratch along my scalp, yanking at the roots. “It turns me on when you take charge.”
I let another animalistic growl loose. “That also bodes well for me. I’m gonna enjoy learning every pleasure of your body.”
“Show me how. Take me, Halder,” she wheezes.
I’m about to do just that when a thought slams into the fog of lust. Far later than it should’ve considering the consequences and commitment at stake. “Is this safe?”
“What do you mean?” A furrow cuts through the center of Blakely’s brows.
I drag a hand through my hair, jerking at the shaggy strands. “They didn’t pad my pockets with condoms. We don’t have any protection.”
Her eyes sparkle with understanding. “Ah, right. No problem in that department. I’ve been on birth control since freshman year of college. My mom insisted.”
“So, we’re good?”
She leans in and nibbles along my bottom lip. “Golden.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
I hitch her thigh over my hip, creating a gap wide enough for me. A rumble rips up my throat as I notch myself against her. It’s an unnecessary testament to our chemistry that we fit without any additional maneuvering. That confirmation is gratifying all the same. A swath of warmth seeps into the crevices daring to separate us and envelops me with a clinging embrace. Blakely cradles me with a firm squeeze, adding a roll to her pelvis for added friction. Delaying further will only solidify the point that I’m about to blow this.
With a slight tilt, I position myself at her entrance. Scorching velvet caresses my tip as I sink inside. Her slick core welcomes me with a fluttering hug. The fit is so damn snug that it takes several shallow attempts until she’s stretching for me. I push in with a grunt, bottoming out at the hilt. Blakley’s fluttering clutches are resistant to release me. I’m pulling out seconds later, only to glide forward again on a smooth rotation. This instant represents the beginning of us. We’re diving into this hypnotic unknown without caution. Zaps of energy snap in the clash between our joining flesh. She’s panting in my ear, those puffs of air spurring me harder.
“Feels really good,” she purrs.
I nibble along the expanse of her jawbone. “Clenching me so tight, Lee.”
“Don’t wanna let you go,” she returns.
“Not gonna leave.”
Blakely wraps her arms around my neck. “Yeah, babe. I got you roped in.”
And she does. Her grip on my shoulders is punishing, as if I need a warning to heed. I use my knuckles