She lifted her hips, and her panties joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
I slid over her and settled between her thighs, then kissed her deep. Fuck, she was so wet I could feel her heat licking over the tip of my cock. She rocked her hips, and I slid right through her folds, stroking her clit with a slow thrust.
We both groaned.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I swore, sliding my hand up her thigh and going straight for her core.
“Good. Now get inside me,” she ordered, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth to make her point.
I reached into my nightstand for a condom, then ripped the packet open and slid it over my dick.
Her attention flickered from my nightstand to the torn wrapper. “Nixon…has there been…” she shook her head. “Never mind.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. Fuck she was wet and so tight I knew this first time wouldn’t last long. “There’s only been you.”
“Since I moved in?” she asked, gasping between words as my fingers worked her. Her hands flew to my shoulders.
“Since Vegas.” I stroked her clit with my thumb.
Her nails dug in. “Vegas?” She ended the word with a cry, arching into my hand.
“Since the second you stepped on that plane. Only you.” I flicked her clit, then stroked, alternating until she writhed beneath me.
“Only. You. Too.” She arched her neck and moaned, then loosed her hips, rocking as she rode my fingers, taking exactly what she needed.
She was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, stretched out beneath me, her eyes locked on mine as she started to come. Her legs trembled, and her nails bit into my skin. I gave her clit the pressure she needed, and she flew apart, screaming my name as her orgasm took her.
As she came down, I slid my fingers free, then sucked her taste off them.
“Holy. Shit.” Her hands slid down my sides until she gripped my hips. “Now. Please. Now.”
I positioned my head at her entrance, then paused as I glanced at the soft swell of her belly.
“You can’t hurt the baby,” she promised.
“Right.” I’d read one of those books, too, but reading and experiencing were two different things, and keeping poised right there, ready to thrust, had sweat beading on my forehead. “Just tell me if I’m too much, okay?”
She grinned, then pulled me forward. “I think I can handle you.”
“We kind of have that proof already,” I answered with a tight smile of my own. God, I had to have her now.
I slid in inch by inch, taking her slowly, and keeping my eyes locked on hers, watching for any sign of pain. She whimpered and rocked her hips for more, so I gave it to her in slow thrusts that took just a little more every time until I was seated to the hilt inside her.
“Fuck. You feel so damned good,” I growled, fighting the need to let go and come. Her pussy gripped me, squeezing me tight in a velvet fist, pushing me so close to the edge that I had to close my eyes and breathe.
“You feel even better,” she countered, arching against me.
I started moving, taking her in deep, slow thrusts that had her keening, crying out for more as she raised her knees and used her hips to take me just as hard.
We moved like we’d done this a thousand times, like we’d been made to fit together. All the poetic shit I usually despised raced through my head as I brought us to the edge. With a brush of my hand over her clit, I pushed her over, and as she spasmed around me, I let go. My orgasm barreled down my spine and rushed through me with a flash of light.
I literally saw stars.
My chest heaving, I gathered her in my arms and rolled to the side so I didn’t crush her, then held her as we both recovered, brushing kisses over her forehead and stroking my hand down the length of her body.
“Nixon?” She kissed my chin.
“Hmm?” I kissed her mouth.
“That was mind-blowing.” She grinned.
“My thoughts exactly.” I wasn’t sure I was even the same person anymore, that’s how damned good it was.
“So is this when we start all the fucking you bragged about downstairs?” She blinked up at me with a sparkle in her eyes.