It surprised her when he stopped her. “As incredible as this feels—and I should mention that the time you spent online was time very well spent—when I come, I want it to be when I’m inside you.” He sat up. “Where are my jeans? I brought condoms.”
Kate found his jeans on the floor, reached into the front pocket, and handed him a condom. She expected him to hurry, to only be thinking about himself, but he leaned over, kissed her, and began to stroke her the way he had when he’d first started exploring her. His touch was so light, so teasing, that she became aroused again almost immediately, and she arched into his hand, wanting more. When he put on the condom and covered her with his body, she welcomed the solid weight of him pressing her into the mattress.
Wedged between her legs, not yet inside her, but oh so close, he hesitated. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you, sweetness?”
“What?” she asked breathlessly. “Of course I do.”
“What’s it called?” he asked, and there was no mistaking his cocky tone.
When she realized why he’d asked, all she could do was laugh. “You are about to penetrate me, Ian.”
He laughed too. “I am. I’m about to go as deep as I can until I’m as far inside as you’ll let me go. I promise you’ll like it. I am really good at it.”
“Then stop talking and show me.”
Ian made the most delicious sound when he entered her, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. He pulled out almost all the way and slowly pushed back in, eliciting a similar sound from her.
Though she absolutely wanted to be with Ian and was definitely turned on, she didn’t have high hopes that he’d be able to bring her to orgasm again. In the five years she’d been with Stuart, Kate had rarely found her release from penetration alone. This was more than likely due to Stuart’s tendency to skimp on foreplay and the fact that he never varied his rhythm and preferred a speed and intensity that was too hard and too fast for her no matter how much she tried to slow him down. He was always good about circling back around to help her out afterward, but because she knew he’d rather roll over and pass out, she felt like a burden and often told him not to worry about it, especially toward the end of their relationship.
So when Ian pulled back out again, she braced herself for the rapid onslaught that was certainly about to start.
But that didn’t happen.
His pace was slow, rocking more than thrusting, which put the perfect amount of pressure right where she needed it most.
“Oh, keep doing that,” Kate murmured, and he did.
She locked her ankles behind his back and tilted her hips up to meet him. The pleasure started to build as he matched his thrusts to the rhythm she set until she was the one who wanted, needed, him to go faster. Unlike sex with Stuart, it was different when she was the one who increased the speed. Sex with Ian was so much better than she’d ever imagined it could be with anyone, and when she came, she wasn’t shy about letting him know how good it felt.
He joined her moments later, shuddering and shaking, breathing heavily and groaning out her name. Not Katie, but Kate. His pulsing movements slowed and came to a stop, and he pulled out of her and shifted his weight so that he was lying on his side, holding her in his arms. They kissed lazily as Ian stroked her cheek with his thumb. He left briefly to go into the bathroom, and when he returned, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head down onto his chest.
You let that mysterious hacker right into your bed. You let him do all those wonderful things to you, and you don’t even know his last name.
“I’m not sure how this happened,” she said.
“Well, first I undressed you, and then you undressed me. Then you let me penetrate you. You seemed to really enjoy it,” he said mildly.
“It was absolutely incredible, and enjoy doesn’t even begin to describe how good it felt. I meant how did we make it this far? I didn’t even like you three weeks ago.”
“Maybe you finally realized I’m actually a good guy. And maybe I was right about what you were looking for.”