We left our clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs, ending with our underwear beside the bed. Our mouths crashed together as we fell on top of the mattress, a tangle of limbs and naked skin.
We both seemed eager to act on our feelings. I was pulled on top of him, straddling his lap. Kyle’s mouth found my breasts and sucked, while his fingers stroked between my legs. His dick was hard, and nudged where I was damp and aching.
“Fuck me,” I said. “I need you.”
He groaned in approval, and pushed his hips up, sliding inside me while his hands guided me down, all the way until our connection was complete.
I sat up on him, enjoying the sensation when he was fully seated inside me. “Oh . . . God, I love your dick.”
“You’ve mentioned that.”
I echoed our conversation from New Year’s Eve. “I feel strongly about it. It bears repeating.”
He grinned and grabbed my hips as he began to move, thrusting into me. I was on top, but even in this position, he wanted to be the one in charge.
I rocked back and forth, and then pounded my body down on him. God, it felt so good. His palms worked up to my breasts, and his lust-heavy gaze alternated between his hands and my eyes. He stared at me as if I were unbelievable, and I understood.
I couldn’t believe it, either. He was mine again. We were together. It was like I’d tucked my volatile emotions for him away into cold storage, but a single spark was all that was needed to send the whole thing up in flames.
It burst from me as a passionate wave. I launched forward, clasping my hands on his face, and poured everything I had into my kiss. His arms banded tight around my back. Behind my eyelids, my eyes were wet with tears, but I refused to let them escape.
We were drowning in each other, gasping for air, yet I moved faster on him. Need swelled and consumed, forcing everything else away. All that remained was the desire to lose control. To give it over to this man, and trust him to take care of it.
We moved so fast, the bed squeaked and shook. The headboard knocked against the wall, and our loud moans competed with the sound. My thighs burned from the exertion, and my breasts crushed against his hard chest, but I couldn’t stop. Never wanted to.
He slid a hand between our bodies, searching. When the pads of his fingers found my clit, it was a white-hot shock of pleasure.
“Oh, oh, oh . . .” The crescendo built, the song of my approaching orgasm so loud, it was deafening.
Bliss rocketed through me. It fired along every nerve ending, catapulting me into oblivion. Kyle gasped as my body tightened on him, and then he followed me. The muscles of his chest hardened and shook, and we rocked together in our mutual climax, fusing our mouths together.
It was . . . intense.
I was shattered and whole at the same time, loving the way his strong arms were wrapped around me. Holding me as we came down off our high. My head dropped down and I pressed m
y forehead against his collarbone, shuddering through my orgasm’s aftershocks with closed eyes. Kyle stroked a hand over the back of my head, smoothing away my hair, and he let out a long, relaxed sigh.
I was supposed to climb off him, but didn’t.
Even as his erection flagged and his climax dripped out of me, I stayed. There was no desire to leave as he delivered his languid kiss and stroked his tongue against mine. I couldn’t even leave if I wanted to. His arms were steel bars, caging me against his body.
Time was irrelevant.
Eventually he shifted us so we were on our sides. I stretched and rolled away from him, but backed my body up against his heated one, wordlessly demanding he spoon me. All this week I’d tried to keep my distance after the sex, but now everything was different. I bit back my moan of satisfaction when his arm slipped around me.
I was still hungry since my tantrum at the restaurant had forced us to skip dinner, and we had a lot to talk about, but the emotions had taken their toll and left me exhausted. I was safe, warm, and happy beside Kyle. His slow, even breathing was gradually lulling me to sleep.
“You still awake?” he whispered.
I was, but right on the cusp of drifting off. If I spoke, it’d wake me up, and a little nap wasn’t going to hurt us. I’d recharge for thirty minutes and then be better prepared to discuss everything.
“Ruby?”
His voice was soft, like a final effort to see if I was awake. I could barely hear him. I slipped further toward sleep.
He let out a hesitant breath. “I love you.”
I’d never jolted so hard in my life.