One Long Embrace (Eternal Bachelors Club #5)

“I wanted to do that last night, but I think waiting made it even better for me,” he murmured.

A wicked smile curved her lips. “I bet we can make it even better.” Her hand moved down to his hip, then she touched his cock, making him hiss out a breath. “Let me feel you inside me.”

Jay didn’t lose time and retrieved a condom from the built-in nightstand. Impatiently he ripped open the package and rolled the latex over his erection. Good thing the condom would take away some of his sensitivity and assure that he’d last longer than three seconds once he was inside her.

When he faced her, she relaxed back into the sheets and looked up at him expectantly. He moved over her, settled between her welcoming thighs and nudged his cock at her entrance. Braced on his elbows and knees, he thrust forward, submerging himself in her wet heat.

“Fuck! You’re tight!”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

He stilled, surprised by her words. Was she actually worried that he didn’t like it? How odd. “Sorry? Don’t be! It feels amazing. You feel amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.” He pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “So don’t you be sorry for anything. You’re perfect in every way.”

Absolutely goddamn perfect! Better than any of the women he’d ever been out with. Because her reaction was honest and open. No pretense. No playing games. Just raw emotion. He could see it on her face now, see how her insecurity vanished slowly and made way for delight. She wanted to please him. Him, the man she thought to be a waiter and construction worker.

Locking eyes with her, Jay began to move, slowly withdrawing from her tight sheath, then plunging back in and seating himself to the hilt. And again.

“Perfect,” he told her and meant it.

Her muscles gripped him like a glove a size too small, and the pressure she exerted on his rod nearly robbed him of his control. But he didn’t want to let go yet, didn’t want to succumb to the pleasure that was so close now. Because it would mean severing the connection with Tara, and that was something he wasn’t ready to give up yet.

Their bodies moved in synch, in a perfect rhythm, as if they’d done this a million times, when he knew that first times could be awkward and even clumsy at times. None of that awkwardness was apparent now. Instead Tara seemed to anticipate his every move, just as he sensed what she needed from him. No frantic fucking, no race to the finish line, but a deep physical connection that brought their bodies to the boiling point.

He sensed heat radiating from her body, felt the perspiration that had started collecting on her skin, making it glisten. Her face glowed, and her eyes shone with joy.

Jay smiled at her, sliding his hand into her hair, caressing her. “You make me feel so good, darlin’.”

Tara lifted her head, and he followed her invitation and kissed her. He still had the taste of her arousal on his tongue, but she didn’t seem to mind, because she kissed him back more passionately than before, stroked her tongue against his, firmly and without hesitation. The harder she kissed him, the harder and deeper he thrust his cock into her, his hips working at a fever pitch now. Again and again he slammed his cock into her, unable to slow down now, unable to stop the inevitable from happening.

With his last ounce of control, Jay shifted his position and slid one hand between their bodies. He found her clit and rubbed his moist finger over it, and with each thrust of his cock, his digit was slammed against her center of pleasure.

Tara cried out, and a simultaneous spasm of her interior muscles squeezed his cock, igniting his own release. He let go of the last vestiges of his control and dove over the edge, climaxing hard and fast.

Breathing hard, he stilled, hovering over her, his knees shaking like those of a teenager who’d just had his first orgasm. For a few seconds, he couldn’t do anything. Beneath him, Tara’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Utterly satisfied, he rolled off her and disposed of the condom. Then he turned back to her and pulled her to him.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, pressing kisses onto her damp skin. “Oh Tara, darlin’, that was…”

He was speechless. Sated, but speechless. Nothing was left of the suave seducer he so often played with other women. Nor did he want to do what he normally did after sex: leave the bed and the woman. Instead, he wanted to cuddle with Tara all day long.

“Hmm,” she hummed.

“Let’s stay in bed all day.” He lifted his head to look at her. “What do you say?”

She hesitated.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

Tara shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Jay sat halfway up. “You didn’t like it? Please tell me what I did wrong, and I’ll do it better next time.”