then tugging my balls gently and tracing lines across parts of me that were begging for more. I’d laid the condom on the edge of the bed, and I paused my assault on her lips to watch her rip it open and then roll it slowly over my aching erection.
“I want to feel all of you,” she told me.
I was not going to argue.
She laid back and I braced myself above her on my elbows, nearly losing my mind as my tip found the hot inviting pulse of her entrance. And then slowly, inch by devastating inch, I slid into the hottest, wettest, tightest space I’d ever known. She was a small woman, but she took every last bit of me inside her, and I had a fleeting thought that it was like coming home, though I knew that didn’t make sense.
I held still for a long moment, just letting the intense feelings roll through me, and then I began to slide slowly out, returning home over and over again as the intensity built between us.
Aubrey’s eyes had slipped closed, and her mouth was opened in a beautiful little “o” as her hands gripped my back, pulling me ever closer.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered, and I could feel the shaking spasm beginning inside her. “Wiley,” she breathed. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me,” I encouraged her. “I’ll be right behind you.”
And that was how it happened—Aubrey’s moans and the tight grip her body had on my dick set me flying over the edge, and I lost myself in the perfect girl below me, the perfect connection we shared.
Chapter Eight
Aubrey
Lest you get the wrong idea, I should assure you that I’m not that kind of girl—the easy type. But I am the type who thinks that if I want something, I should go for it. And I’d never wanted a guy as much as I wanted Wiley Blanchard.
And having him?
It was better than anything I could have imagined.
Our bodies, despite our disparate heights, fit together perfectly, and he might have been the first man who could completely satisfy me. Women didn’t go around measuring themselves by their channel length or anything, but I suspected mine was pretty big, not that I’d had a lot of experience in that department. I’d been with two other men, and neither had filled me enough to make me feel complete.
Or maybe it was less about Wiley’s size and more about who he was.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, as Wiley’s big body covered mine. Twinkle lights glowed around the top of the yurt around us, and the night outside hummed with the sounds of the wilderness. But most of my attention was right here, with the man I knew I would fall in love with if I wasn’t careful.
“Well put,” Wiley said, kissing me again. He slid to one side, and his big hand came up to push my hair out of my face as he peered into my eyes. His thumb came up to stroke my cheek, and something about the way he was holding me, looking at me, made my chest warm.
We lay together until the light began to come up outside, at one point climbing beneath the exquisite sheets and blankets and snuggling together once I’d shut the lights off. But when dawn began to break, I figured we’d better head back inside.
“We need to do some laundry,” Wiley pointed out as he dressed again.
“We can take care of it today,” I assured him. I’d figure out how to do it so Archie wouldn’t get suspicious.
We walked together back to the hulking old hotel, our hands linked and my heart feeling strangely full.
“See you later,” Wiley said, as we kissed again in the hallway outside my door.
“See you—”
“There you are!” Archie’s voice boomed as he thundered down the hallway toward us.
I looked around, my brain taking a moment to catch up. He wasn’t in our room. He wasn’t asleep.
“Uh, morning,” I said, stepping away from Wiley as if that would make it less obvious what we’d been up to.
“One night, huh, Blanchard? You didn’t last one night around my sister.” His words were angry, but his expression wasn’t.
“You mad?” I asked, feeling very much like the little sister in that moment.
“You’re adults,” he said.
Wiley blew out a long breath and wrapped a big hand around the back of his neck, his eyes dropping. I sensed he was searching for words. “Jasper,” he began finally. “I feel like I should apologize or something, but I don’t think