“Wow,” I whispered.
His hands came to my h*ps and he coaxed me to move. It didn’t take a lot of coaxing, it came naturally. I moved, found my rhythm, one of Vance’s hands at my waist, one cupping my ass. It was great to be in control. It was unbelievable.
I watched him as I moved. His eyes were locked on mine, that intense, possessive “mine” look in them. If anything, it made me breathe faster, my heart tripping in my chest, the trembles gathering, joining forces, gaining momentum and then shooting between my legs.
“Come closer,” Vance demanded and without hesitation I leaned into him. “Hold on to me,” he ordered and I put my hands on his shoulders and he again looked me in the eyes.
That’s when he bucked, slamming inside me. I moaned. I couldn’t help it, it felt so good. He did it again and again and I learned what he meant by riding him and if I thought it was unbelievable before, I was mistaken, this was unbelievable.
His hand went between us. He touched me at the exact right spot and my h*ps jerked. I moved with his hand and his bucking hips. I bent closer, my chest against his, my lips against his and he kissed me.
I was close, heading toward Grade Ten like a rocket.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
I opened my eyes, looked into his, he slammed into me again, his finger pressing deep and moving.
Grade Ten hit me with an overwhelming force and when it did, against his mouth I moaned his name.
* * * * *
I found there was an annoying side effect to having an orgasm, a side effect that Vance didn’t seem to share.
My body became acquiescent and my mind drifted to ridiculous thoughts like what I’d wear to my birthday party. I never worried about what I was going to wear.
Vance held me for awhile after we finished, me still astride him, him still inside me, my mind inventorying my closet and deciding I needed to go to the mall.
He knifed up so he was seated, me still astride him and I made a little mew because it felt kind of good. I could swear I felt him smile against my neck when he heard the sound.
He disengaged from me gently, pulling me up at the waist. He turned in the seat, set me on my feet in front of him and held me steady, hands at my hips, him still seated, looking up at me and I stared down at him.
God, he was beautiful.
He got up, pulled up his jeans and picked me up, again cradled in his arms. He carried me to bed, deposited me on the end of it and I had just enough wherewithal to crawl towards the pillows and collapse.
Vance got fully undressed in the hall and followed me up, pulling the covers out from beneath me and then over both of us. Then he turned me into his arms, tucking my face in his neck.
“Jules.”
“Mm?” I murmured, my mind had wandered again and I was thinking I might need more underwear and maybe a new pair of ass-kicking boots from the mall.
As well as my party outfit, of course.
“I didn’t use protection.”
At his words, my trip to the mall went out of my head with a “poof” and my body went rock solid. Then I unfroze, pulled back and looked at him.
He was smiling.
Smiling.
I stared at him like he was a lunatic. “What, exactly, is there to smile about?” I yelled. Then visions of Vance teaching a dark haired little boy how to feloniously disable an alarm popped unwanted into my head and I quit yelling and breathed, “Oh my God,” then I repeated it, “oh my God.”
He rolled me to my back, his body mostly over mine, he came up on his elbow, still smiling.
“Calm down,” he said.
“Calm… calm down? I’m always lecturing the kids about using condoms. I’m like… why didn’t you… oh my God.”