She moves faster, small sounds leaking from her lips going straight to my gut. My abdomen tightens, and the release I’ve been trying hard to hold off swirls at the ready.
I grip her hips and fight the urge to slam her down on me, to impale her over and over until she screams my name. My teeth clench. It’s too much. The combination of what’s going on below my waist is outnumbered by what’s going on above.
“Mouse, baby—”
“Harder.”
Yes! I push up to sitting and thrust my hips, practically tossing her off me. She holds onto my shoulders and I take over the pace. Every thrust threatens to shatter my strength and send my orgasm rocketing through me.
Her head falls forward, and she hides her face in my neck.
“You’re safe with me. Always.” I nip at her shoulder. “Don’t hide it from me, sweetheart.” I feel her body tighten around mine. “Show me.”
She pulls back and peeks up at me. “Blake… I…”
“Let go.”
She calls out my name in a combination of a gasp and a growl. The sound pushes my orgasm to the surface, but I hold it back. Her body convulses around me. Burying me deep, she falls apart in my arms. Her fingers pinch into my biceps, holding on to me just as tightly as I am her. I lean back and drop kisses against her parted lips as she rides out her release. With her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes drifting closed, she rolls against me and drops her head to the side on a moan.
Gorgeously sated and relaxed, my strong, amazing woman who has been dragging sexual baggage along with her for over sixteen years just fell apart in my arms. My ribcage feels too small to contain the enormous amount of pride that is surging and billowing behind it. I flip her to her back, the one thing I told myself I shouldn’t do, and put myself on top of her.
“You did it, baby. And fuck me, that shit was insanely hot. You’re not broken, you’re perfect.” I need to make sure that her being pinned beneath me doesn’t bring back old memories. “You okay?”
She gives me a lazy smile, and glides her hands up over my shoulders to my neck. “Yeah.”
I rock into her and grind down. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
She moans and arches her back. Unable to take another second away from her lips, I lean on my elbow and devour her mouth.
Our bodies move together, the pace growing more frantic. Her legs wrap and lock around my hips. Hands and lips move, exploring in a frenzied loss of control. She rips her mouth from mine and moans so deep I feel it in my dick.
And I’m gone.
I lock my eyes on hers. My breath rasps as I push and pull through my orgasm. The tension in my muscles dissolves, along with everything else in the world. Worry and concern for what just happened between us becomes non-existent. The only thing that that means anything is lying beneath me, eyes closed, and a soft smile, on her lips. And she’s all fucking mine.
“Mouse, I’m…” I’m what? Falling for you. Crazy about you? In lo—no. Right?
“Wow, now I see why you’re so popular with the ladies.”
What the fuck? How can she even think about me with other women after what we just did?
I roll off her, hoping to hell she didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, I give her my back and toss the condom into the small trashcan by my bed.
“I can’t believe I had an orgasm.” She giggles behind me. “You, Mr. Daniels, are quite talented.”
I’m not at all happy with the carefree sound in her voice. That single sexual experience shook the foundation of every fucking thing I thought I knew. And here she’s laughing like it meant nothing more than an orgasm.
I grab my board shorts from off the ground and slide them on. “Yeah, that was fun.” That’s all I can say?
“Fun? That was amazing.” I hear the sound of rustling sheets as she moves around the bed. She’s probably looking for her clothes, but I can’t bring myself to look back at her. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Now I know why women throw themselves at you.”
Fuck. What just happened here?
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to get my bearings.
“You okay? You have a headache or something?” Her concerned voice is right next to me.
I open my eyes to see her dressed in her pants with her hands covering her naked breasts.
“Headache. Probably from the sun.” Bullshit. But whatever.
“What time is it? I should probably get home.”
I cannot fucking believe this shit.
Moving up from the bed, I snag a shirt and slip on my shoes. “Sure, let’s get you home.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
No, I’m sure as shit not okay. “Fine. You ready?”