What If You & Me (Say Everything #2) - Roni Loren Page 0,83
stop?”
“No. I want this. I just…” She didn’t know how to articulate it.
He scooted closer and put his hand on her hip. He traced a finger right above her pubic bone, making her inner muscles clench. “How about this? You let me make you feel good. If you want to stop after that, the lube you suspect I have will make an appearance, and I’ll take care of myself with my hand. There is no pressure to have sex tonight.”
The thought of him stroking himself next to her wasn’t exactly a deterrent. That sounded hella hot, but she also ached for the full experience, feeling him inside her, getting past this hurdle. She didn’t want to back out. But she also knew that sometimes her anxiety won despite her best intentions. This would give her an out. The fact that Hill intuitively knew how to give her an option that wouldn’t make the night feel like a failure if she had to tap the brakes made her want to kiss him again.
“That sounds perfect,” she said, putting her hand over his and guiding it lower, dragging his fingertips over the hot, wet part of her.
Hill smiled that sinful smile of his and shifted into position. He braced his arms on each side of her and climbed between her legs. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She did as she was told and watched as he lowered himself down and dragged his tongue over her aching flesh. Every feminine cell in her body clenched, and desire flooded her anew, a squeaking sound escaping her throat. He smiled up at her with smug confidence as he tucked two fingers inside of her. It was a smile that said I got this. A smile that said fuck you to her anxiety. A smile that said they were going to win the battle tonight.
Hill went back to work, laving and sucking and teasing her clit, and rubbing that sensitive spot inside her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm again in minutes.
“Oh, God.” Her heels dug into his back and her fingers gripped his comforter. “Hill, I’m gonna—”
This time he didn’t back off, though. He doubled down. Her head tipped back, and her back curved as she rocked against his mouth, the pleasure seizing her and forcing her body to move without her permission. Then every ounce of tension that had been building exploded into a million bits of light behind her eyes and she cried out, loud enough that she startled herself with the sound of it.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
Hill didn’t stop, and the orgasm climbed higher, higher than she realized it could go, making her babble nonsense and squirm on the bed. She slapped her hand against the mattress not sure if she was asking for mercy or for more. She gasped Hill’s name.
His hand gripped the back of her thigh as he lifted his head. “Tell me what you want, Andi,” he said, breathless and urgent. “I need to hear it.”
She was out of breath, panting, her body still quaking with aftershocks, but she still wanted more. She wanted Hill. “Use the condom,” she managed to get out. “Please. Now.”
The bed bounced as he moved. “Are you sure? You want this. I need to hear you say that.”
She opened her eyes, her vision clearing in the low lamplight. She found him braced on one hand and knee, condom between his fingers, his cheeks flushed. She licked her lips. “I want you.”
Relief crossed his face, and he tore open the condom. He rolled it on. “Get on your side, gorgeous,” he said, stretching out next to her. “It will be easier this way.”
She did as she was told and soon he was behind her, spooning her. He guided her top leg to bend at the knee, opening her body to him, and the head of his cock nudged her. Hill slid his hand between her legs, stroking her clit, sending sparks through her again, and then he eased inside. The feel of him stretching her was both foreign and delicious. She wasn’t a virgin and knew her way around a sex toy, but this wasn’t silicon. Hill’s cock was thick and hard and hot, filling her in a way that made all her inner muscles clench and squeeze tight.
“Fuck, Andi,” Hill groaned against her ear, his fingers still working her as he slowly pumped inside her. “You feel like a dream.”