Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want. The words circled in her head with every push and pull of his body inside of hers.
And the answer was so simple, so true, that she screamed it as the world shattered around her.
You.
…
Lily’s climax came on so hard that Bruno almost stopped just to watch her scream and shake with pleasure.
It was the most fantastic thing he had ever experienced.
But, damn it, her inner muscles were clenching so tightly, and she was so slick and hot now, that he couldn’t pause to savor her response to him, could only thrust in deep, heavy strokes until his own orgasm was ripping through his body, sucking him into oblivion as he shouted and fell, spent, into her arms.
They lay like that for a while, neither speaking nor moving, both trying to simply catch their breath.
The hazy buzz of his post-climax finally dissipated enough for him to realize that he was probably crushing her beneath him, and he rolled away, grabbing the condom as he pulled out.
She whimpered in protest as he slid away from her, wincing in discomfort.
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, and disappeared for a moment into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He’d panicked for a moment, earlier, when he wasn’t sure whether he actually had any in his case. But when he found the ones he’d slid in nearly a year ago, almost on a whim, then had promptly forgotten about them, he almost did a victory dance on the cold bathroom floor.
Almost. With a woman like Lily waiting for him back in the bed, he wouldn’t want to waste a moment getting back to her. Back to the woman with whom he’d had the best, most explosive sex of his life. A joining that had wrenched his soul right out of his body and deposited it in Lily Stanton’s soft arms.
Bruno rubbed a hand over his face. Jesus, he had to stop thinking things like that, or he might actually go blurting it out loud and scaring the hell out of her.
He already felt more for her than just lust, though. Lily might feel as though like she had been selfish in taking this vacation, but he knew it wasn’t true. She had sacrificed a lot for her ex-fiancé and for her family, and this week had been a trial for her. He was impressed that she had come out of it as a stronger person, had closed a hard chapter of her life for good, and even moved on in one flying leap. Right on top of him.
But he wasn’t sure what he looked like in her mind. Was he a narrow, crumbling ledge? Or did she feel like he did, like he was something solid and lasting? Something she wanted to hold on to.
Quit being a sappy shit, he told himself. Enjoy this night for what it is, and let her take the lead. If she doesn’t want you, leave her alone.
He returned to the bedroom, pushing thoughts of permanence from his mind so that he could concentrate on enjoying right now with Lily.
She was lying on the bed, a light flush still covering her body, and he felt a surge of fierce pride that she’d chosen him, even if it was just for one night. “Open your legs for me.” His urging was soft, belying his intense thoughts, and she did as he asked. It turned him on, to see her spreading her legs for him so that he could see all of her pink, swollen sex. He could feel his cock stirring, even as he covered her with the cool, damp cloth.
When it touched her body, she started, but didn’t move away or clamp her legs shut, and a thrill rushed through him at the realization that she must trust him. He finished and threw the washcloth toward the bathroom, hearing the wet splat as it smacked against the wall.
Lily laughed. “It’s a good thing your dream wasn’t to play in the NBA.”
He climbed back on the bed and settled his body next to hers, gathering her in close. “Nah, I was more of a loner. Probably because I’m not coordinated enough for team sports.”
She snorted. “Felt pretty coordinated to me,” she said under her breath.
Bruno laughed and kissed her neck. She turned her face to his, smiling, and before long, their mouths were clinging in hot, wet kisses. He stroked his hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her flat belly, soft skin, and plump breasts. “Does that mean you’re ready for round two?”
She sat up and cocked an eyebrow, bringing her hand to his chest. “Does that mean you are?” she teased, as she ran her hand down his body until her fingers touched warm, hard cock. She gasped. “Oh, my God, you are.”
He grinned as he pulled her atop him and spread her legs to straddle him. “Just be gentle with me,” he said teasingly, as he rolled on another condom and brought her down onto him.
Chapter Six