Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek #3) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,49
protection.
But tonight felt different.
“No,” I said.
“Then don’t.” Those wet, red lips curved up. “If I got pregnant, it would save us time and money.”
“I’m definitely into saving time and money,” I told her, replacing my fingers with my cock. “But mostly I just want to know what it feels like to be inside you.”
Her eyes closed again as I moved with long, slow strokes, each one deeper than the last. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be bare inside her and said a quick prayer I’d be able to last until she had at least one more orgasm.
“I want to make you come again,” I whispered, my voice gravelly with need. “Talk to me.”
“You’re perfect,” she said, her face buried in my neck. Her hands moved down over my ass. Her breathing was hushed and quick. “Don’t stop. I love the way you move. I love how deep you are. I don’t have words for what it’s doing to me.”
Gratified, I kept the rhythm steady and my body tight against hers. Despite the difference in our height, we fit together perfectly, and I loved the way she moved beneath me, like she wanted this as much as I did. Her fingers dug into my skin. Her teeth on my shoulder. Her breath on my skin. Her hips bucking. Her voice growing louder and more high-pitched. My name on her lips. Her skin sweaty and slick against mine. Friction. Tension. Need. Heat.
Then she was crying out, her body racked by convulsions that sent me spiraling over the edge, an animalistic groan erupting from my chest as I emptied myself into her in wave after wave of pulsing, throbbing bliss. It was so intense, I started to panic.
I can’t breathe, I thought. We burned up all the oxygen in the room. I can’t breathe.
Picking myself up off her, I gulped for air.
“Are you okay?” she asked breathlessly, placing her hands on my chest.
I nodded, but when I looked down at her, my heart felt like it might explode. Her face was familiar, but her expression was new—softer. Sweeter. More vulnerable. Like the show was over and now it was just us behind the curtain. No more acting.
The compressed sensation in my chest grew worse, like someone had wrapped a fist around my heart and was squeezing it like a lemon.
Bianca frowned. “Your heart is beating really fast. If you go into cardiac arrest and die, do I get the house?”
The pressure eased up, and I managed to laugh. “Trying to kill me?”
“Of course not. We haven’t even gotten to phase two yet.”
“Right.” I dragged myself off her and flipped onto my back.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, putting her glasses on and heading into the bathroom.
While she was gone, I closed my eyes and concentrated on inhaling and exhaling in steady, even breaths. But it was difficult, because every time I thought about what had just happened, my heart tried to jump out of my chest again. What the hell? Why did sex with Bianca have to be that good? My idea had been to impress her so much that she’d be tortured by the memory and no one would ever live up, but now I feared the person who’d be tortured was me. What woman was ever going to surprise me that way again? Who could make me laugh one minute and growl at her the next? Was it because I’d spent so many years being mad at her that the sex was so hot? Was it really never going to happen again? But I had ideas—so many ideas—about things I wanted to do to her.
I frowned. Fucking Bianca was supposed to satisfy an urge, not create a bigger one.
The bathroom door opened and she came out. After setting her glasses on the nightstand again, she hopped back onto the bed. A few fake rose petals flew off.
“What’s with the grumpy face?” she asked, stretching out on her side.
On my back, I put one arm behind my head and looked over at her. “I’m mad.”
“About what?”
“That the sex was so good.”
Her eyes lit up, and she reached over and slapped my chest. “Oh my God, same. I was just in the bathroom cleaning up and thinking how pissed I am at you.”
“At me!”
“Yes. How dare you have the magic-wand dick!”
I had to laugh. “As much as I would like to agree, there was no magic involved, Bianca. You told me what you wanted.”