Holy moly, his penis is far, far better in real life.
“Fuck, Mel. You are unreal,” he whispered into the barely lit room, and I moved my gaze back to his. “You are,” he repeated, and I could’ve gone for a swim in the blue depths of his eyes. The waters were that warm and inviting.
Without touching any other part of my body, his fingers found my hair and gently slid a loose lock behind my ear.
I moaned at the feel.
I had never experienced this kind of intimate intensity with someone. Our attraction was almost visible. It could be seen and felt and tasted all around us. I was just tipsy enough to admit this sexual tension had been building from day one, from the first awkward moment Will’s eyes had met mine, and tonight, all of that want had transformed into need.
My breaths escaped in short, whimpering pants. My nipples grew tight and my breasts were heavy, and I throbbed and ached between my legs. When my hands started to run down my thighs, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. The urge to touch him, kiss him, feel him inside of me was unbearable.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, sensing I needed something and needed it now, and I obeyed.
Riveted, I watched as he knelt in front of me, and his new position put him in the perfect place to turn his power of seduction to my pussy. Honestly, I’d never felt more turned on, and fully confident in my body, in my life.
“Look at you. Just fucking look at you.” From under his lashes, his gaze met mine again, his index finger softly grazing my aching skin. “This is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,” he said. He’d seen a lot of them, that I knew, but the funny thing in that moment was that there wasn’t even a tiny fraying part of me that didn’t believe him. My hips jolted forward of their own accord, begging for him, desperate for more than teasing.
Grabbing my hips so hard I gasped, he yanked me toward his face and licked through my arousal, taking the taste of me inside and leaving a moan behind.
It was rough and needy, and the vibration of it felt even better than my very favorite toy.
“God, Mel, you must mainline sugar, you taste so fucking sweet,” he teased and licked once more, before flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit. I smiled at both the feel and his words, and then he flicked my clit again.
Oh, fuck.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he growled against my skin. “I could eat you forever.”
Seconds later, he moved to his feet, standing before me again. I laughed my annoyance, a scene from Titanic popping unbidden into my head
“You’re just as bad as Rose,” I accused. “Promising Jack she’d never let go just before she fucking did it.”
He smiled and grabbed both sides of my face to bring me close enough that our lips almost touched. “I need to feel you,” he explained. “Us. You and me.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Now,” he demanded through gritted teeth. “I need to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my cock, Mel.”
God, yes.
“Get on your knees,” he instructed with one hand gently wrapped around my neck. “Let me see that glorious ass in the air.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. My knees hit the bed seconds later, and he helped me tip my ass farther into the air.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, connecting us in one swift thrust.
A guttural moan escaped my lungs, and sparks danced behind my eyes. God, he felt so good.
“Never stop doing this,” I whimpered as he picked up the pace, sliding his cock in and out with deep and heavy strokes. “Never ever stop doing this.”
“Never,” he groaned in agreement.
Honestly, it was the best thing I’d ever felt. I’d be willing to sign on to live like that movie Groundhog Day as long as today was the one on repeat.
The tip of his cock rubbed just the right spot, like his length was made to pleasure me, and by the way he was grunting behind me, I could tell he felt the same. Incomprehensible moans spilled from my lungs while Will pushed his cock deep and pulled it back again, speeding up until I developed a keening cry. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted.
“Let go, Mel.”
I shook my head against the blinding pleasure, completely against the prospect of letting this blissful heaven end, but the perfect biology of our two bodies together worked against me. I cried out as everything good and right hit me so hard I thought I might black out, and Will, pressed to the hilt, climaxed inside of me simultaneously.
Time. Space. Safe sex. None of it existed in that moment. Still connected, all we felt was our perfect, intimate joining and the mind-blowing orgasms that had washed over both us until we were lying breathless and panting on Will’s bed.
But slowly, as he pulled his cock free from me, everything came filtering back.
Time. Space. Safe sex.
Holy hell. What in the fucking fuck?
I’d never slept with someone unprotected in my life. Even in my five-year stint with Eli, I’d been mindful enough to at least discuss birth control.
With his back on the bed and his chest moving up and down with deep breaths, Will turned his head to meet my eyes. “What was that?”
“I have no idea,” I answered honestly, a little scared by the prospect of how powerful it all was—how fully I’d let myself go.
“That was…” he started, only to run out of words immediately. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t find any words to describe it either.
“I know.”
“I think my orgasm made me lose brain cells.”
A soft giggle fell from my lips at the starkly honest truth. “Ditto.”
“Question,” he said, his gaze turning serious as it searched mine. “This is painfully late…but are you on birth control?”
I nodded, relieved I at least wasn’t that big of an idiot. “Now, sir, I see your bet and raise you one…”
He grinned. “Shoot.”
“Have you been tested?” I asked, melting into his happiness like a loon. God, he’s distracting. I shook my head to clear it of his voodoo and remember the responsible things. Adult things. Things I should know better than to wait to ask until after fucking my boss. “No STDs or weird fungal infections I should know about?”
“Clean as a whistle.”
“That’s good to hear.”
He shook his head, closing his eyes—apparently just as embarrassed as I was. “It’s real fucking sad that an obstetrician and a labor and delivery nurse didn’t have the safe-sex talk before the sex actually occurred.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s not something I…uh…do often…or ever, actually.”
He grinned. “The last time I did anything without a condom, I was a fifteen-year-old virgin and played just the tip with my teenage girlfriend. It had lasted all of thirty seconds before her minister father came strolling in the front door.”
I laughed at that.
“Yeah,” he added. “This isn’t how I usually do things.”
“Me either.”