Third Life - Noelle Adams Page 0,16
them.
I’m covering my breasts when he comes back into the room. “Why did you do that?”
“Why did I do what?”
“Cover up.”
“Well, I was just lying here waiting for you. It was cold.” I’m not cold. Not the slightest bit cold. But it’s a good excuse, so I’m taking it.
“Okay. I’ll warm you up soon enough.” He pauses at the edge of the bed. “You have any preferences?”
“About what?”
“Positions, mood, degree of roughness. Anything of that sort?”
“Oh.” I manage not to gulp again, although I’m tempted. “Nothing too rough.” I wonder if he’ll be disappointed. If he thought he’d have wild animal sex tonight but instead has to settle for boring and vanilla. “I mean for tonight... with a stranger...”
“Got it.” He pulls off his underwear, and I gape at his erection with both nerves and excitement as he gets into the bed beside me. “I’m not usually into the rough stuff myself, but I try to be adaptable. I’d give it a go if that was what you wanted.”
I laugh as he rolls over on top of me and kisses me.
This feels good. Familiar. Secure. The way his mouth moves on mine and the weight of his body. Our skin is sticking together because we’re not wearing clothes now, but otherwise this isn’t that much different from what we were doing earlier. I breathe through my nose and relax into it, enjoying the skill of his hands and his mouth.
I can do this. I’m going to do this. It’s not going to rip me apart or change the nature of who I am.
It’s just a man. Moving inside my body.
So far, everything with Richard has been really good. There’s no reason to assume that will change, just because we’re moving on to the main event.
He kisses me for a while. Longer than I expected. I feel like I need it, so I don’t try to speed him along. But he finally lifts his head and meets my eyes.
I see something then. Something I didn’t before. Something that only glanced over me briefly when we first started to kiss.
The man is the epitome of cool and controlled. He’s being careful with me and making sure this is what I want.
But he’s also hungry.
He wants this. Needs it. I can see the reined-in urgency in his expression as his eyes devour my face. His pupils are dilated, the darkness swallowing up a lot of the blue.
He wants me.
He wants me a lot.
“What are you waiting for?” My voice is surprisingly composed, given the mind-blowing revelation I’ve just had. “I thought I was the one who’d never had a one-night stand before.”
My teasing comment breaks the tension in his gaze. He gives a huff of amusement and reaches for the condom packet he laid on the nightstand.
My heartbeat has accelerated. My skin has flushed hot. I’m breathing fast. Slightly uneven. But it’s as much excitement now as nerves.
I’m about to have sex. With an amazing man who really wants me. I know it’s not going to be anything more than that, but I’ll have this one experience to take with me through all the days, weeks, and years that follow.
He rolls on the condom in a matter-of-fact way. Nothing that feels weird or artificial or tawdry. Then he reaches over, parts my legs, and climbs on top of me, settling between them. “This okay?”
“Good for me. I’d rather you do most of the work.”
He gives me a kiss before he adjusts my legs around his hips, bending them up and spreading me wider. Then he uses a hand to move his erection into position at my entrance.
I’m holding my breath. I can’t help it. I can feel the tip of him nudging at me. It feels so strange.
He begins a thrust, pushing into me a little bit and then withdrawing and entering again at a different angle. He keeps doing that, and each time he goes deeper. He meant what he said about not being rough. He’s careful. Almost gentle. He keeps checking my expression—I assume to make sure I’m comfortable—until he’s fully penetrated me.
At first it feels fine. Strange but good. But as he goes deeper, it gets really tight. I’m very wet. Very aroused. It doesn’t hurt or anything like that. But it’s so much. And it’s entirely new. I suck in a loud breath and dig my fingernails into the back of his neck as I process the sensation.
“Is this okay?” he asks, soft and hoarse. His body is really