He laughed. She made him laugh. Right in the middle of the most intense moments of sex, she’d made him laugh. And it felt good. But she felt better. When she couldn’t get it on him fast enough, he took matters into his own hands.
When he was done, she lifted a leg and hooked her heel behind his good knee. Law used the advantage of her parted thighs to slide two fingers deep into her sex. She lifted her hips up off the mattress and into the push–pull of his fingers. But that wasn’t how he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to cram the full length of his rigidly erect cock into her. He reached between them to direct his shaft into the hot silky folds of her sex.
A faint cry escaped Jori as the head of his cock entered her and met resistance. A worrying thought struck her. It had been a long time. Did a woman’s sex close back to virginal status after years of nonuse? Or was he just bigger than she had experienced? She took a couple of quick breaths, telling herself that she could take whatever he had to offer. But a little cry of distress escaped as he pushed into her.
“Shhh! Don’t force it. It’ll happen.” His whisper was thick with a sex-drugged urgency yet calm, too. As if they had all the time in the world to work out a capacity problem. Only the sweat dripping off the end of his chin onto her neck betrayed how much force he was exerting not to just ram into her.
Jori gripped his biceps though her fingers didn’t begin to meet around those taut muscles. Then she lifted her legs to wrap them about his waist, hoping to give him easier access. The head of his cock was positioned so naturally between her lips that when he flexed his butt muscles, he slid home easily.
“Ah yes. That’s good, Jori. Now hold on tight.” One hand braced against the bedding, his other tightly clamped under her butt, Law began to move her body in a slow, circular in-and-out grind, his whole body flexing when he ended each circle with a deep thrust.
Jori expelled a soft cry of pleasure each time he thrust, letting his rhythm carry her along until the friction became too much.
When she came Law didn’t alter his rhythm. He just kept up that slow, mesmerizing grind. Every instinct urged him to move quicker, harder, pound home. But with a kind of perverse pleasure, he held off. Control, in everything. He could do this. Prolong the pleasure. Fresh sweat popped out on his forehead. His face was tight with concentration. The sensation of holding back a dam about to burst, building and building in his groin.
Finally he felt it, the sudden tension in his shoulders and back, and the extra swelling of his cock inside her. He came in a long hard rush of liquid release that paralyzed him for a second. And then he was riding it out, in long hard strokes that prolonged the sensation of free-fall satisfaction.
He heard her gasp out his name. Nothing faked about her stuttering breathless response to her third orgasm. Smiling grimly, he clutched her tighter, hips still moving to wring out every ounce of pleasure to be had from her body.
CHAPTER SIX
Law lay on his back, counting the seconds before he got up.
Jori hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d rolled away from her. Was she okay? Most women let him know, sometimes in very explicit terms, that he’d satisfied them. Jori had just hugged him once, tightly, and then let him go. It had taken him a few seconds to realize that he was the one still holding on to her for dear life.
It had been awfully hard to pull away from her soft warmth, harder than he’d thought it would be. But he’d done it. Because to do anything else would mean that he wasn’t ready to leave. And yet, he was still here.
Worried, he glanced over at her. Her eyes were closed but she was smiling. That smile made him feel proud, as if he’d done something wonderful. Damn! No strings had just sprouted a few tendrils.
He felt her roll toward him and then her warm little fingers were moving across his thigh toward his groin. If she touched him again, he wouldn’t get out of this bed for a long long time. He grabbed her hand before it found its goal and moved it away.
She looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t know. Well, maybe he did. But it didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter.
He shrugged. “Nothing. I’m just, you know, satisfied for now.”
He saw the light dim in her eyes and could have kicked his sorry ass to Memphis and back. He didn’t have to hurt her. Or lie. He was more than half hard again. But he couldn’t do this again, not with her. It was there in her expression. She was beginning to like him. And that made his stomach feel funny.
He wasn’t a good guy. He’d warned her. Some men knew how to handle women with charming words and easy smiles. He’d never had what people called finesse. He only knew how to be a bastard.
Leave ’em quick and leave ’em mad, son. That way they won’t be eager to come back for more. Did all fathers give their sons such advice?
He felt her move away and flop back on the mattress beside him. After a moment she spoke, her voice now devoid of emotion. “Thanks.”