Quick Study - By Gretchen Galway Page 0,27
to get up on her knees, but he held her tight. He didn't stop. He kept licking.
He didn't stop.
“Paul—” she gasped.
His fingers were inside her now, spreading her wider for his tongue. The room fell away into black and red sparks. Vaguely she was aware of his hard, lonely cock next to her forehead.
The tip of his tongue was circling her clit with precision. With skill. Horribly wonderful skill, bringing her high and breathless, then stopping and letting her glide in unfinished agony at the heights he'd brought her.
“Paul!”
He was in control now. Her hips were locked in his grip, her lust was at his mercy, her foolish heart thought it was forever.
“Beg me,” he said.
“Fuck you,” she replied, and he laughed under her. Then stopped.
She was shaking.
“Just ask nicely,” he said.
He might have freed his hands, but she was still on top. She finally turned her attention to his abandoned cock and gave it an inadequate pinch over the latex. “You,” she said.
He let go of one of her thighs and reached down to touch himself. “When we're married I'm losing the raincoat,” he said, and she laughed.
Then he rolled her off of him, leaned down to untie his ankles in two quick seconds, then was on top of her shoving her legs apart with his knee. He was big and heavy and smelled thickly of sex.
She opened herself wider, still high, on the verge.
He thrust inside of her.
“Oh, Bonnie.”
Vaguely, she realized how much she loved hearing him say her name. From a distance. The rest of her was focused inwardly, captivated by nameless, wordless desire. This full stretching, aching feeling. Rich, sweet, hot.
He drew out and back in, falling into a firm and controlled rhythm. His hand reached between them and found her clit again and she spiraled higher. He filled her, again and again.
So much. So hard.
She dug her nails into broad, straining shoulders and cried out, then finally abandoned herself to the too-much sensation, shattering.
He followed after, with a few slower, harder thrusts, and finally collapsed over her.
“God,” he whispered. “Oh, my God.”
Bonnie was too wiped out to think. With her eyes closed, she mumbled something incoherent, smiling.
He brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, then gently pulled out and rolled onto his back. His fingers wrapped around hers, and after a silent minute, when their breathing quieted and Bonnie wished there was a blanket she could pull over their bodies, Paul asked, “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“I don't know,” he said. “There has to be a name for that.”
She laughed. “Great sex?”
“Is that it?”
The evening sun was coming in through the window, bronzing his skin. She turned over to rest her head on his chest, noticing the powerful smell of herself on him. Tracing her finger along his sternum, she sighed. “Really, really great sex?”
He stroked the back of her head. “Now can we get pizza?”
Her stomach growled at the thought. She nodded, still lost in the wordlessness of her feelings. His strong arm around her waist, the beat of his heart under her ear, the taste of salt on his damp skin.
Watching her lick his chest, his smile fell. “Bonnie?”
His nipple got hard too, if you bit it. “Yes?” she asked.
He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and was quiet.
She nibbled, licked, blew. “Yes, Paul?”
“All right, you temptress,” he said. “Cut it out. We're washing up and getting pizza. I fully admit you have total and absolute control over me but we're getting Zach's first. 'Kay?”
She grinned against his chest. “'Kay.” Whatever the word was for what they'd done, she'd had it and hoped to have it again some day.
Chapter 9
The entire time through dinner, Paul had to struggle to look relaxed and happy.
Because inside, he was in a panic.
What the hell had just happened? He should be thrilled. She wanted him, he wanted her, they had great sex together and now had shared the best pizza on Earth.
He led her down Solano Avenue in Berkeley to his car, making small talk.
Bonnie had showered at his place before they went out to eat and had left her hair down, damp and curly, and he couldn't stop reaching over to twist the soft strands in his fingers in spite of the anxiety building in his gut.
She was glowing and grinning and beautiful—because of him. With a hand under his shirt on his bare back, Bonnie leaned into him and sighed. “That was good. The pizza, too.”
At that moment, looking