I cup her breasts, pinch her nipples, loving every gasp, every fucking moan coming from her lips. Her nubs so hard, so small, so pointed against my fingers. My cock swollen, seeking her warmth. Need feeling the air, our breaths mingling together.
She squeezes my length, moving her palm over the tip, squeezing so damn hard that I lose my breath. Fuck, I might lose it all right now.
Together, we roll on the bed, squirming, rotating, her skin pressing together, sweat soaking every inch of us, our mouths never once parting, our tongues never once giving in.
I want to pull away, I want to lick and kiss every square inch of her, but I can’t seem to control my mouth. All I want to do is make out with this woman, find solace with her lips, find ease within our not-so-dry—yet wet—humping. My cock dances dangerously with her slick pussy, with her leg, with her belly button as we continue to move.
But nothing is good enough as we scramble.
I need more. We both need more.
“Condom,” I mutter in her mouth. “Now.”
Putting distance between us, I disengage the tangling of our bodies, and fly to the pathetic nightstand in my apartment for a condom.
Once in hand, I tear the wrapper with my teeth and sheath myself in seconds. The entire time, my eyes fixed on Hollyn below me, her body slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mess, her cheeks a beautiful rosy red. So fucking sexy.
Need.
Yearning.
An undeniable attraction passes between us.
We waste no time in reconnecting. This time, her legs spread high and wide, giving me the perfect passageway. And hell, I take it.
Straining, I lower my forehead to hers, our breaths mixing together as I prop myself up and ease my cock inside her. On her initial gasp, I pause, letting her adjust until she takes a deep breath.
So tight. So right.
She melts into the mattress and urges me forward. I take that as she’s ready for more, so I bury myself deep within her, never once letting this moment slip from my memory.
“Oh God!” she screams, her hands gripping on to the back of my neck, her mouth immediately seeking mine as she rolls her hips. Sweat starts to mingle together, heat roaring between the both of us.
One thrust and a squeeze. Another thrust and. . .God my cock is so swollen, pulsing.
Fucking hell, she’s taking no time at all, so I match her need, pumping my hips into hers.
Slapping of skin fills the room, our connection electrifying the night, bursts of pleasure surrounding us, as our mouths never break, our tongues mating.
Push and pull. Push and pull. In and out of her. My body reacting to every clench, every sound, every touch of hers, it’s a kaleidoscope of erotic sensations, a feeling I’ve never felt before.
Her moans, her tight channel sucking me in, barely letting me go, her legs wrapped around me, driving me in deeper.
It’s all here. Every sensation, every sound, every smell. I could die right now and go to fucking heaven with Hollyn wrapped around me.
“Oh, Jace,” she moans. “Oh God. I’m going to come.”
Fuck me. So am I.
My balls draw up tight, the straining in my neck so intense I feel like I’m going to pop a blood vessel. In the far-off distance, I hear Hollyn call out as she grips me so damn tight that my vision blurs, turning to black as I come so fucking hard I’m pretty sure my dick is going to fall off.
Her name drips off my tongue, my hips pumping, my cock driving into her until every last drop is gone.
Slowing down, falling off the biggest high of my life, I open my eyes to see Hollyn gazing up at me, her eyes holding a sense of wonderment in them. At that moment, I realize just how fucked I am.
I like her.
Not only do I like her, but I’m falling for her.
And I’m falling for her so damn hard. I just hope I’m not falling for someone who will never love anyone but her husband, because with my already cracked heart, that might shatter it.
DAISY
“Um, I just have to ask one question,” I say, pulling away from Carter’s lips, putting a pause on our make-out session.
Languid eyes slowly open up as his dark-chocolate irises focus on me. His hair slightly falling forward, and his lips swollen from my kisses.
My kisses!
“What’s up? And this better not be one of those questions you asked earlier about where people came up with the term, ‘The birds and the bees.’”
“It just doesn’t make sense.”
He sighs in obvious frustration, his hand running through his hair. “It’s all about the bees pollinating and . . . no, we are not going through this again. Just ask your question.”
“Okay. So, I’ve been through some sexual education. I know some stuff.”
“Good.” His frustration turns into a sexy smile. “I’m glad you know some stuff.”
“But I would like some clarification, just one thing.”
“Just one thing?” he asks, a humorous question in his voice. “Wow, just one thing, you must have been well educated.”
“Don’t tease me.”
He holds his hands up in the air in defense. “Not teasing, Snowflake. Just in awe.”
I bite my bottom lip, which he kisses quickly and says, “Go on with your question so I can get back to playing with these sexy-as-hell lips.”
Gah, butterflies take off in my belly, sending shivers through my bones. He makes me giddy.
Gathering my wits, I say, “Okay, but don’t make fun of me.”
“I promise, I won’t. What’s your question?”
Feeling incredibly nervous, I take a deep breath. “That thing pressing against my thigh, is that your boner?”
Pausing briefly, a tilt to his head as he studies me, I wait for him to respond, hoping and praying I don’t sound like a complete idiot. As if in slow motion, the corner of his lips turn up toward the sky, his lips parting and showing off his teeth, his bright smile beaming down at me.
“You’re asking if my boner is pressing against your leg?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you reach down and find out.”
Without even having to look in a mirror, I know my ears, cheeks, and neck are turning bright red from the way everything heats up.
Reach down and find out? That seems so brazen and yet, I want to do it.
“From the look in your eyes, I know you want to.” His body shifts so he’s propping more of his weight on his forearms, giving me a little wiggle room to explore.
Should I?
This is so far beyond my comfort zone, I don’t think I’m even in my comfort zone zip code. More like three states over.
But I’ve never been that girl. Goodness, I’ve never even been this intimate with a man before, would it make me a street walker if I stuck my hand down a guy’s pants when making out with him?
Can I phone a friend and ask Amanda?
From the determined and challenging look in his eyes, I’m going to say phoning a friend is out of the question. I’m going to have to make this decision on my own.
I’m about to answer him when a laugh starts to trickle out of him. He shakes his head at me as if he’s in disbelief. “Snowflake, I so did not expect you to grab my dick. I’m just kidding. But the idea of you even thinking about it is adorable.” Leaning down he kisses me on the nose.
Adorable. Why does that one word make me feel so tiny? Maybe because it’s something my grams called me. I don’t want to be adorable.
I want to be sexy, pined after, desired.