Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)

I was always prepared in the bedroom, but all at once I hoped he didn’t think I made a habit out of this. He smirked as he took the foil from my hands, but ignored my confused look as he set it on the pillow next to me.

Bo adjusted his position. His torso was on mine and his lower half was off to the side of my body, resting on the bed. His hands were like silk as they massaged my breasts, quickening my breath. I reached for him; I could feel him on the outside of my thigh, but he took my hand and placed it authoritatively on his back as he kissed each one of my nipples. My hips were rising involuntarily against his touch. He traced a line of supple kisses from my breasts to my navel. He did this for an eternity before he rose to meet my mouth. His tongue danced across my lips and I parted them, welcoming him in. This all feels so right. He hooked one arm under my hips, leaving his body over me. I was gloriously pinned to my bed.

Our tongues got reacquainted as I tried again to reach for him; he stopped my hand for a minute before he gave in, and his tongue quickened its search of mine as I gripped him tightly.

I want him so badly.

“Damn.” He pulled away from my mouth, biting his lip with his eyes closed tightly while I glided my hand up and down. He buried his forehead into my shoulder, and tried to control his breathing as I worked faster.

“I’m not in a hurry,” he breathed as his hand rode up my inner thigh. All the air left my lungs as he expertly manipulated his fingers. I released him and dug my hands into his shoulder blades. He didn’t protest. He didn’t stop. I dragged my fingers across his expansive back and up his neck. My sighs of pleasure were punctuated by the tightening of my fingers through his damp hair.

Every inch of me bowed in wonder at his attention. He wasn’t in my room for anything quick and meaningless. No, he made that clear as he moved his hands up the length of my body and interlaced his fingers behind my head. I shifted my hips a little so he was positioned between my slightly bent knees. His kiss was enough - more than enough - to make my soul weep in jubilation.

Any other sexual experience I had up until this point was focused on the intercourse itself, getting there and hurtling through it until a climax on his part, and acting on mine. It was hard to omit a comparison to Adrian, when everything about Bo, and his touch, and his kiss, was so staggeringly different. I mattered to Bo; it wasn’t just my body he was trying to please - it was my spirit, my soul, my core.

“Bo . . .” I turned my face just enough to speak. He pulled his head back and looked at me.

“Are you OK?” His thumb crossed my lips.

“Perfect. God . . . Bo . . .I want you.” My body was trembling under him, begging me for a release.

Bo’s lips turned up at the corners as he reached for the condom that was lying in wait on my other pillow.

“Are you sure, November?”

“A hundred percent.” I wound my arm through his and gripped the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine for a reassuring kiss.

Bo sat up to roll the condom on. He replanted his hands on either side of my shoulders. My knees rose higher as he kissed me from my ear to my navel once more. I shifted restlessly beneath him, anxious to feel him inside me.

We moaned simultaneously as he slowly and carefully entered the deepest part of me I could physically offer. It took no time at all to find a rhythm, as if we were made to do this with each other only. I lifted my hips to meet his movement, and he hummed through clenched teeth as he increased his speed and pressure. I braced myself on my headboard as I arched my back.

“Bo,” I panted as my breath ran out of control.

He slowed for a minute, studying my face carefully.

“No. Don’t stop.” I hitched my knees up as I spoke, forcing him deeper in to me.

“Ahh . . . Ember, Jesus!” He cried out in ecstasy as sweat rained from his forehead, splashing gratuitously across my breasts.

We resumed our rhythm, and our rise to perfection. He offered all of himself as he kissed my neck and chest. He slowed almost to a stop, forcing me to open my eyes; when I did, I saw him staring back at me. His pupils swallowed my form as they worked over me and spoke with ocean blue words. His regard pulled me out from inside myself. He seemed to drink me in - it was invigorating.

Oh my God. November, you love him.

My climax began its swell from deep in my body; I released the headboard and dug my hands into his tight back once more. His pace resumed, and I kept my hips moving beneath him until I felt all the muscles tense across his rock hard torso. He was close. I sat up, and with skillful expertise I rolled him beneath me. The surprised look on his face nearly sent me over the edge, but I maintained my grip on reality. I clasped his wrists above his head and slowly rode him as my tongue hunted through his mouth. I carried his hands to my hips and he responded dutifully, guiding me up and down. His fingers buried into my hips as he moved me faster. I wanted to bring him there. I drew my knees out as far as they would go, forcing him as deep inside me as he could be. I was there.