hips began an inviting rhythm against him like she was suddenly some inexperienced virgin. The heat emanating from his erection was like a call she had to answer. Oral sex might have its time and place, but this was not it. Her body didn’t just want an orgasm. It wanted the primal connection that went with it. The mere thought of Mike filling her had her body both clenching with need.
Forget wanting. Rori needed this. The taste of Mike, the pressure of his body against hers suddenly felt as essential as breathing, which would have been a bit more terrifying had she not been seeing the situation through a haze of lust.
“Mike,” she breathed, trapping his hips between her thighs and pressing heat to heat. The answering squeeze of his arms around her said more than any words could have. She reached down between them and went for his belt. He pushed himself up to make room for her hands, purposefully pressing his shaft against her core as he did so.
“Rori?”
In a flash his belt was undone. “Yeah?”
Rori couldn’t believe how absolutely sexy he look above her. She’d done more than a fair job of plumping up his lips, and those eyes that were always such a vivid blue had darkened under those long lashes of his.
His hand came up to cup her face. “I’m not going to last long. You have to promise me a second round so I can do this right.”
“Sold,” Rori said, before making quick work of his button and zipper. She was hooking her fingers into his waistband to rid him of his pants, when he took control back. Leaning back on his knees, he trailed his fingers down her body until he reached the single scrap of covering she had left, her thong. He paused momentarily as his fingers slid the elastic over her hips, down her thighs, then down her calves.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “How are you so perfect?”
Perfect? That might be a bit of an overstatement, but she appreciated the sentiment. Especially given her current view of him.
Rori was quickly coming to appreciate the appeal of a muscular body. In fact, looking at Mike, she couldn’t imagine another soul in his place as he tasted his way up her inner thigh. With anyone else she would have just lain back and enjoyed the ride, but her body wanted the real deal this first time. She wanted to look into his eyes and lock around the most sensitive part of him core to core this first time around. She wanted to hold onto Mike as the world flew apart, not some bed sheets or the headboard. Mike.
“Mike,” she panted as one of his fingers found her and slipped inside. “Let’s get your pants off.”
Across the room Rori’s phone rang, and she saw Mike send it an annoyed glance.
“Ignore it,” she said, sitting up and catching his mouth hers before urging him under her and straddling his thighs. This gave her perfect access to do what she had wanted to do since the day she’d met him. See him. All of him.
When she pulled down on his pants, he obliged by raising his hips from the bed so she could slide them down his legs and toss them to the side. The little show of getting rid of his pants gave Rori a moment to size up what she was dealing with. She wasn’t one to obsess over the size of her man, but Mike had good length and some serious circumference going on. She was definitely going to feel it when he slid into her. More than anything her body wanted to climb aboard and memorize how he felt inside her.
“Come here,” he said, reaching out his hand to hers. Rori took it, and let him draw her closer as he sat up and kissed her gently on the mouth. Their newfound make out session brought her over him as they pressed flesh to flesh for the first time. Once they touched, she couldn’t help but press in like a cat in heat.
Rori couldn’t tell what was so different about this time than any other time she’d been with a man, but it was definitely different. All of it. Her reaction to the sheen of sweat appearing on his body, the way she inhaled the scent of his arousal, and how she didn’t want to just feel his body, she wanted to melt into it. She wanted to be the only woman in the