“Come here.”
I rolled to my back and pulled her toward me. Up and onto me. She straddled my hips, her wetness sliding over my boxers and nestling my erection. I pressed one hand to her cheek, the other at the small of her back, wanting to slow down and savor this, make it last. She pulled my t-shirt off and laid her hands gently on either side of my chest. The frenetic energy between us simmered.
She bent down, kissing me. Her breath hot in my ear. “How do you want me?”
“Like this. Facing me. I want to look up and watch you come. And I want to kiss you the whole time.”
I pulled her mouth to mine, my tongue looking for hers. My other hand slid down her breasts and stomach to where her thighs were spread. I slipped two fingers into that wet heat and she cried out to my mouth as I groaned back into hers.
“Jesus,” I gasped, fighting for control as the need became unbearable. “You feel so fucking good…”
Her head tilted back. My mouth sucked at her throat while my fingers stroked her to another release. I wanted to give her everything, make it as good as possible, because I didn’t think I’d last long. Already I was losing control.
“I need you, Evan. Now. Please…”
She stripped off my boxers, her gaze hungry and appreciative, roving up and down my body.
“I need a condom,” I said, cursing myself for leaving them in the bathroom. The ten seconds it would take to get them was too long.
Jo shook her head, her hair spilling down over her pale skin. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I promise. In the hospital, they tested me…”
“I believe you,” I said, my heart pounding even harder at what she was telling me. “Is that what you want?”
“I want you to feel everything,” she said. “And I want to feel everything. Skin to skin. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Jesus, her words alone were sending me to the brink.
I lay back as she came crawling up, her knees on either side of me. She hovered there, an agonizing, savoring moment.
I gripped her hips, my heart bursting out of my chest. “Now, Jo. Please…”
She laid her forehead on mine, her hair falling down to curtain us. “Yes, now. Now…”
Her mouth settled on mine, lips parted and trembling. I tasted her air, then she sank down on me with a little cry of purest want.
A sound came through my throat I’d never made before. Sensations I’d never felt in my life: wet heat, tightness, hardness and softness. Then I was deep inside her, enveloped in her body, trembling at the power of a thousand unknown emotions sweeping through me.
“Evan,” she said against my mouth. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. She began to move and my body moved with her. It knew what to do. It was so easy. I fell in sync with her rhythm, clutching her thighs and driving up hard into her. Every one of my thrusts a question and every rolling grind of her hips the perfect answer.
“Does it feel good?” she breathed.
“No.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and rolled with her, got her under me without breaking our rhythm. “There’s no word for how this feels.”
Her head rose, craning for my kiss. I sank into her mouth, the wave of my body crashing on hers again and again. I braced my weight on one elbow, my other hand found hers and laced our fingers above her head. I breathed her breath, tasted her sweat, kissed away the tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding me tight as my thrusts went deeper, harder. I could feel her coming and I struggled to hold on, to wait for her.
Her body tensed beneath mine and I broke our kiss to watch the beauty of her coming undone. Her green eyes widened with a sudden rush of pleasure. First a gasp then an uncontrolled cry tore from her. She’d hardly begun to subside when I felt my thundering release let go, spilling deep into her. She took it, took all I had to give, until I was drained and spent, lost in the pleasure of it. Lost in her, completely.
It seemed we sank deeper into the bed then, heavy and satiated—for now—and sighing over and over that we’d arrived here at last.
And I knew then, without any dream or hunch to tell me, that Jo was the first woman I’d ever sleep with, and also the last.
Evan collapsed over me, breathing heavily against my neck. I held him close as the pulsing ribbons of my orgasm tapered away, leaving me drained yet electrified, both spent and wanting more.
Even with his weight pressing me down and his sweat mingling with mine, it still felt unreal. He was here. With me. We were together.
He wants me.