Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,66
I move her hands to my shoulders. “Go on. Don’t lose your nerve now.”
I’m desperate for it. Fifteen years of hunger surges inside me as Posy rocks forward, clenching her shapely body around my cock. Then she rises up on her knees and sinks down again, before I remember to breathe.
“Fuck,” I curse as the sudden friction sparks a jolt of pleasure.
Her eyes widen, and she does it again, setting a quick pace.
“More,” I urge. “Don’t ever fucking stop.” My hands find their way to her hips, and I work her body against mine. Words of praise fall from my lips as she continues to move. Beautiful. Yes. Goddess.
I’m blissed out and trouble-free, except for one problem—this will end too soon if I’m not careful. So I move my hands to Posy’s breasts, which bounce erotically with every thrust. She gasps when I give her nipples a light pinch.
“Gunnar!” she pants, throwing her head back.
That’s a girl. “Don’t come yet, honey,” I tease, moving my hand down her belly.
She arches her back and moans.
“Not yet, okay?” I manage to work my fingertips between our bodies, teasing her sweet pussy. “No matter how good it feels, hold on.”
But I’m back to my old tricks again. I’m only bluffing. I need to make her cry out in pleasure. I need her to feel what I’m feeling right now.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
And that’s what tips her over the edge. Posy looks deep into my eyes and shudders helplessly. Her body clenches around me, and I grit my teeth to stave off my own release.
She’s beautiful as she comes, moaning and sighing into my mouth, her arms tightening around my chest. I actually have to think about the Yankees vs. the Mets for a second to keep myself in check.
“Oh no,” she says as she sinks down onto my cock for the last time, going still. “I-I’m sorry. I’m bad at this.”
“What? How do you figure?” I kiss her twice. “I haven’t had this much fun in years. Maybe ever.” I can’t stop kissing her as she softens against my body. “Hold onto me.”
“Hmm?” she asks, her voice pure bliss.
I roll us over, until she’s lying on her back, and I’ve braced myself on my forearms over her. “You okay?”
“I’ve never been more okay,” she slurs.
“Good.” I rock slowly against her. “Kiss me, and I’ll take you there again.”
“It won’t work,” she gives her head a shake. “Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re doubting me right now?” I give her that smile she was teasing me about earlier. The full wattage tip-jar smile. “Then I guess I have something to prove.”
She rolls her eyes. But I mean business. So I take her mouth in another heated kiss. And I do what I do best. Until she’s whimpering and shaking and begging.
This time I don’t hold back. With a groan that could wake up lower Manhattan, I release every last ounce of tension in the form of a climax for the record books. And she answers me with a happy shout, as her fingernails dig into my back. “Gunnar!”
Finally sated, I flop down onto the sheet. My body is spent, but my smile might never go away.
We lie there quietly afterward. My satisfaction is deeper than mere sexual release. I can’t stop kissing her hair, and I can’t stop caressing her soft skin. So many things went wrong tonight.
But so many more went absolutely right.
“I have so many questions,” Posy whispers. “But I’m sleepy.”
“Tomorrow I’ll answer them all,” I tell her. “Put your head down right here.” I ease her onto my chest. “Rest now, sweetheart.”
Her body goes still. And even if nothing has been settled, I feel more at peace than I have in years.
21
Posy
When my phone blares a Green Day tune into the darkness at four-forty-five a.m., I’m confused about several things at once.
Where am I?
Is there really a hard-bodied man stretched against my back?
Why does my body feel so well used?
Then I open my eyes and realize I’m in Gunnar’s bedroom, not mine. And it all comes rushing back to me. The hotel. The threatening man on the sixteenth floor. The van. The spying.
The sex.
Whoa. That last thing is almost more unbelievable than the rest.
Gunnar groans beside me. “What time is it?”
“Quarter ‘til five.” I sit up, slide sleepily off the bed and fetch my bag where I dropped it in Gunnar’s living room. I shut off my alarm and then go back into the bedroom. “Can I borrow your shower?”