fingers around my legs, he gave me a firm tug toward the edge of the bed.
He cocked an eyebrow when he looked up at me, amusement dancing with the obvious arousal in his eyes. I frowned when he pushed my knees even farther apart and planted himself between them. “Wouldn’t you rather get back on the bed?”
“Not right now.” He slid his hands up the length of my thighs, curling his hand around the front panel of my panties and swiftly pulling it aside. The next breath he dragged in was a ragged one, and his eyes shut for a second before he sent a penetrating glare at the roof. “Trust me when I tell you there’s nothing I want to do more right now, but you were really tense before. If I’ve got any chance at not exploding the second I get inside you, I need to know you’re a little more relaxed.”
“Why?” I frowned again but more at myself than at him. Why am I asking so many questions?
Another chuckle came out of him and the look he gave me could only be described as pure sex. “Because if your pussy is as tight as your muscles were right then, I would’ve been done for.”
Before I could process the dirty word he’d used, his mouth descended to my most intimate place and I cried out. His tongue lapped at me while his fingers toyed at my entrance, spreading the wetness he found there and moaning when he tasted it.
My back arched and I felt the most insane need to close my legs. I felt his lips twitch into a grin against my sensitive flesh, but I didn’t bother asking any more questions when he reached up to play with my nipples. The lace bra still covering my breasts somehow managed to make it even more of a sensory experience and I was whimpering long before I should’ve been.
I wasn’t embarrassed about how fast he’d gotten me there, though. The guy was either that good or I was that attracted to him. Regardless of which one it was, I figured it was something to own up to. Why not?
He’d made it pretty clear what effect I’d had on him, and it’d been more than I ever could’ve hoped for. In fact, the sight of him stroking himself was imprinted on the backs of my eyelids and something I wanted to see every single fucking time I closed them. It’d been that hot.
If he could be that unashamed and outright about it, I could be the same. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as overwhelming pleasure raced through me. Tears wet my eyes as I cried his name over and over again.
I was pretty sure I broke the skin where my nails scraped against his back, but I didn’t give a damn. He looked like the kind of guy who could take a little pain with his pleasure. I didn’t think I could stop anyway, even if I wanted to. I was that far gone and my body was in complete control, my brain turned to mush as my orgasm sent it flying to another galaxy.
Panting in the aftermath, I was surprised when he placed light kisses on the insides of my thighs and didn’t remove his fingers from me. He smirked when his eyes met mine, the pad of his thumb gently circling my clit.
“Well, that was fucking hot. Let’s see if I can make it happen again.” He sounded completely confident in his abilities.
Me? I didn’t quite know how to break the news to him. “I’m not like that.”
“Like what?”
“I, uh, I can’t…” Damn it. After what we’d just done, talking to him shouldn’t be this hard. “I’ve never gotten there twice in one, uh, session.”
“Oh, well.” He still didn’t pull away from me. He also sounded definitely cheerful. “I’ll take that challenge. Thanks for letting me know.”
He planted a loud smacking kiss between my belly button and my mound before lifting himself onto the bed, still moving his thumb in those tantalizing circles. There was a satisfied smile on his face but his eyes burned with resolute determination.
“It’s okay,” I said when his face got close to mine. “I’ll return the favor. Please don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried.” He kissed my mouth before trailing his lips along my jaw. “We’ve got all night. I’m pretty sure I can get you out of your head and make you feel good a few more times.”