Rate a Date by Monica Murphy Page 0,87

cross, my hands gripping her waist tight, fingers digging into her skin.

I rear up, latching my mouth around her nipple as she grinds against me. Next thing I know, I’m inside, and she’s sliding down, down, until I’m fully in. She goes completely still, her head dropping, and I pull away from her chest, our gazes locking.

“I’m on the pill,” she admits.

“I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before you,” I tell her earnestly, my voice ragged.

It just feels so damn good, being inside her with no barriers. Her inner walls grip me tight, and I can tell she’s flexing and squeezing those muscles down there. I lift my hips, trying to get her to move with me, and she starts riding my cock, her movements slow, her moans getting louder and louder.

I barely move. Just watch her in complete and utter fascination. She’s beautiful. And she’s mine. All mine. She’s working herself into a frenzy, her hand dropping between her legs as she touches herself, and my gaze fixates on that spot. I start moving faster, gripping her hips and pounding inside her and then she’s coming, her molten hot pussy milking me into my orgasm that about wrings everything I’ve got out of me. I just come and come, groaning her name and sounding like I’m about to die.

Damn. Pretty sure she’s trying to kill me.

“Wow, that was good,” she says minutes later, once we’ve both caught our breath and calmed our racing hearts and shuddering bodies.

“Not much foreplay,” I say woefully.

“Dancing at the reception was like foreplay,” she says with a little laugh. She clings to me as she sits in my lap, my cock still inside her, her hands resting on my shoulders as she presses her face against my neck. “I missed you so much.”

“It’s only been a few days,” I remind her.

“How are we ever going to survive a long-distance relationship?” she asks, lifting away from my neck so she can look into my eyes. “I don’t like not having you around.”

“I’m here. For the rest of the weekend,” I tell her, cupping her cheek with my hand as I lean down and drop a kiss on her perfect lips.

“You fly back tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” I kiss her again. “We’ll make this work, baby. I know we can. Maybe eventually you can…move to Vegas?”

Swear to God, my heart’s lodged in my throat as I wait for her reply. She stares down at me with those big blue eyes, like I just stunned the crap out of her with my suggestion, until finally she says, “Maybe I will.”

My heart feels light. Like it might float right out of me. “Really?”

“We have to give this some time, but…I can see it happening.” She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me tight. “I want to be where you are,” she whispers against my ear.

Just hearing her voice so close to my ear drives me wild. I attack her with renewed gusto, kissing her soundly, repositioning us so she’s lying on the bed and I’m hovering above her, racing my mouth all over her skin. She giggles when my lips land on certain spots, and I’m sure I’m tickling her, but once I place my mouth on her pussy, all that giggling stops and she starts moaning. Wiggling. Rubbing herself against my lips and chin.

This woman loves it when I go down on her.

I cradle her ass in my hands and basically devour her, licking and sucking her clit until it’s swollen and throbbing beneath my tongue. At one point, her eyes crack open and meet mine, and it’s my turn to put on a show for her. I draw my tongue across her, my gaze never leaving hers as I lap at her folds.

“Oh God,” she chokes out, and I know she’s close. We both get off on watching each other. It’s like we’re compatible in every way. As if she were made for me.

I can’t believe I almost lost her.

Hours later, we’re still awake. Makeup sex is a great thing, though I don’t want to put us in the place we were in a few days ago. That about destroyed me.

“You think we’re moving too fast?” Eleanor asks at one point. She’s draped her naked body across mine, our hands wandering as usual. We can’t stop touching each other. I actually crave her skin. The scent of her. The feel of her.

It’s kind of nuts.

“No,” I say firmly. “Others might say that, but it feels