breath was labored, his hand gripping my hip so hard, it hurt.
I broke the kiss, stopped my hips, felt the throb of my body, clutching empty space that wanted to be filled.
He brushed my hair back, cupped my neck. “You okay?”
“I…I’m sorry. I don’t know w-what’s the matter with me.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Nothing. Not one thing.”
“It’s just…I’ve never…”
“I know.”
“But I…” My body thrummed, and my hips shifted, satisfied by the pressure they found.
Tommy’s eyes darkened, smile fading. “I know.” He pulled my hip, grinding me into him again.
I sighed, then pursed my lips and moaned again. “God, I feel…I feel…I think I could…” Again, my hips rolled, and his rose to meet me. The friction. I needed that friction, couldn’t stop needing it. “Oh God,” I gasped, feeling the tightness, the heat of my orgasm building.
At the sound, he shifted fractionally, separating us. “Melia,” he murmured, reaching for my face. “Can I…can I touch you?”
My hips were already shimmying for him again. “Mmm,” I hummed. “Please…I think I’ll die if you don’t.”
At that, he chuckled. If I wasn’t a writhing mess, I might have been embarrassed. But in that moment, I didn’t give a fuck what he did so long as he touched me.
His hand, so big and warm, slid from my jaw and traced the curve of my neck as he kissed me, pressing me into the bed, flat on my back. His thigh—that thick, broad muscle—slid between my legs and nestled where they joined, his hips and hard cock pressed into my side.
It was the only place of awareness on my entire body until his thumb grazed my nipple, the shock of connection shooting to that aching point between my legs.
My thighs clamped around his. His tongue searched the depths of my mouth. My heart flung itself at my breastbone. I could feel my pulse in every place we touched.
His hand kept moving, trailing down my stomach, resting on my hip, tracing the hem of my bodysuit around to the tender, tingling skin so high on my thigh.
I reached for his wrist to brace myself as he slid his hand between us and cupped my sex through the fabric of my bodysuit, fingertip pressed to the dip and palm squeezing my aching clit.
I gasped, back arching, kiss breaking, eyes slamming shut. He nosed my temple, hand shifting in a grind that set me on fire from my very core. His middle finger stroked the line before fitting between my swollen lips.
My hips bucked, but he didn’t let me go. I was pinned to the bed by his leg, his thigh adding weight and pressure behind his hand.
My face pinched, my hands scrabbling, one slipping into his hair and squeezing without knowledge of my strength, the other opening and closing in the sheets.
“I…” I gasped at the ceiling, chest heaving, hips wild. “I’m gonna—oh!”
He kissed my neck, my ear, his tongue slipping out, the softest groan puffing against my skin as his hand squeezed.
My body seized, stopped, started with a burst radiating from my center, pulsing around nothing and against everything, the relief palpating, the yes whispering, his lips lingering. And when I could breathe, he kissed me, fierce and deep, a hard press of his mouth on mine, a determined thrust of his tongue as his hand kept moving, moving like it was another part of him fucking me.
But when my desire faded, something filled its place.
Shame at my innocence.
I broke the kiss and curled into him, hiding my face as I tried to gain composure. I was so stupid, a stupid girl so inexperienced, I’d come with all my clothes on.
Even if I was wearing lingerie.
That hand that had just brushed my detonator skated my hip, then my ribs before slipping into my hair. He pressed a kiss to my crown.
“I’m sorry,” I said, sounding so small and miserable.
“Sorry?” he asked, and I thought he might be smiling. “Why are you sorry?”
“B-because I…God, you must think I’m so lame.” My throat tightened, burning against tears.
He leaned back to look at me, but I burrowed into his chest.
“Melia,” he urged. “Look at me.”
I shook my head.
“Please?”
I sniffled, blinking back embarrassed tears. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
“Stop it. That was hot.”
I stilled, now blinking in confusion. I looked up at him. “What?”
He was smiling that ridiculous smile of his, his eyes hot and hair falling around his face. “You wanted me that much, so much. Don’t you know how bad I want you after that?”
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