Everything about her overwhelmed me. Her needy sounds, the rise of her hips to meet each snap of mine, the taste of her skin, the feel of her hot, wet depths, the sea of her eyes that I wanted to drown in—all of it had me wanting to consume her, drown in her, devour every piece of her until no one knew where she started and I stopped.
Pushing my face into the side of her neck, I teased her with my tongue and sank my teeth into her soft flesh, marking her as mine. I couldn’t get close enough to her.
“I’m going to come,” she panted, and I doubled my efforts until she exploded around my cock, squeezing me like a fist. Enjoying her pleasure, I held still within her and basked in how fucking amazing it was.
“Yes!” I growled into her neck as my back curled and I couldn’t hold off any longer. Making slow strokes in and out of her hot pussy, I reveled in the perfect fit until, finally, my hips thrust forward one last time.
Oblivious to her nails raking my sweat-slicked back, I drowned in the bliss of her body.
As we floated back to reality, caught in the wave of post-coital euphoria, I thought I heard her whisper into my hair.
“I think I still love you, and it scares the hell out of me.”
“YourGuardianAngel”—TheRedJumpsuitApparatus
“Holy shit, Batman,” I muttered, half praying he hadn’t heard my whispered confession. Laughter burst from the man collapsed over me. Thankfully, he held some of his weight up on his forearms, because the man was big.
Everywhere.
He was a far cry from the man-boy I’d fallen in love with and given my virginity to a million years ago. More physically mature than the night I’d gotten pregnant with Trace. Every time I saw him, he got better. Seriously, age truly was good to him.
“You should probably get off me. You know, in case Trace comes back,” I said as I gave him a nudge with my hips.
Wrong move, because he growled like a bear and pushed his stiffening cock back into me. His teeth grazed my neck, and goose bumps spread over my skin.
“How are you getting hard again? Shouldn’t that be difficult at your age?” I whispered in shock. He’d literally just come.
His dark head lifted, and he looked down at me in disbelief. “Are you shitting me right now? I’m not even thirty. How is that old? Besides, I can’t help what you do to me.” His lids grew heavy, and his teeth sank into his perfect bottom lip.
A few more strokes and he froze. So did I. Because it suddenly seemed—different.
“Please tell me that condom did not slip off.”
He raised a brow. Then he pushed up to rest his weight on his arms as he looked at where we joined. “Well, you see….”
“No! Oh my God, no!” I tried to push his chest away from me, squirm out from underneath him, something. But his hips held me pinned to the bed.
“Stop! You’re only going to make it worse!” he rasped in an almost painful way.
“This is bad. Get it out!”
“You still on the pill?” His dark eyes held mine captive.
“No, the patch, but God knows where that thing has been in the last eight years!” I motioned to his dick in disgust at the thought of how many skanky women he’d probably fucked lately. If they were anything like that TV show, I was an idiot for being in bed with him at all.
Shit.
“It’s been a while since I had sex with anyone,” he quietly admitted. “A long while. And I’ve been tested since.”
My heart stuttered, unsure what to do with that information. “How many?”
“Huh?”
“How many women?”
“You really want to discuss that with my dick in you?” he asked with disbelief coloring his handsome face.
“Well, I think this might be a pretty prudent time,” I said airily, though part of me really didn’t want to know.