As if he couldn’t get close enough, he elevated my leg around his shoulder to form a new angle, and damn, it worked. Our grunts turned animalistic as the headboard smashed against the wall until my thoughts were jumbled and drenched in desire.
Flipping me over, he took me from behind, rocking me to my core. The pleasure was indescribable, and when his thumb pressed against a previously forbidden land, I almost lost it.
“Not yet, baby.” He redirected his hand to my shoulder to steady himself. “I want this to last all night.”
And it did. For hours. Over and over, I was on the verge of losing control when he’d stop and take me from a new angle. Positions I never knew existed would forever be imprinted into my memory, leaving me in a constant state of ecstasy that was surely illegal. I’d never been fucked like this. Made love to, yes…but never fucked. This was wild and unadulterated, and I was convinced this man had ruined me for all others.
It wasn’t until our pace slowed while I was seated in his lap, face to face, with his arms around my waist and mine grasping his shoulders, that I felt it. Through the heat, the lust and the sweat. A connection. Our bodies linked. Physically and spiritually. His eyes bored into mine as I rocked my body over his, taking him deeper than before. Deeper into my body and deeper into my soul.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he cried out as his blue eyes glazed over. His hand threaded through my tousled hair to press my forehead to his. “Come with me.”
On his words, my body shuddered uncontrollably while his stiffened on release. His pulsing length burst into me, shooting a kaleidoscope of energy through my body.
The blinding ecstasy was too much to bear, and a wave of emotion crashed over me. Tears filled my eyes, and I couldn’t bear to lift them. A mixture of guilt, pleasure, hope, dread, love, and fear surged through my soul and I was moments from coming undone in front of a complete stranger.
“Hey…” His voice tempered as he brought his hand to my face, attempting to lift my chin. “Are you crying?”
My lower lip trembled. There was no stopping the onslaught. “Excuse me.” I climbed off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. As the door slammed shut behind me, I crumpled against it, unable to hold it in any longer. What was wrong with me?
Once my streaming tears faded into a steady weep, a soft knock sounded at the door. “Hey…are you okay in there?”
“Um…yeah…” I wrapped my arms around my bare waist. “I…I just need a minute.”
A moment of silence followed. “Did I hurt you?”
“No!” I gasped. “You were perfect. I’ve just…um…I’ve never slept with another man.”Or had an orgasm.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ve never made a girl cry after sex before.”
Laughter burst through my sob as I wiped away my tears. “Would you mind if I took a shower?” I asked, peering around the oversized bathroom.
“Not at all. Jump in and I’ll get you a fresh towel.”
“Thanks.” I barely heard him once my eyes set upon the shower. I wandered over and turned on the rain-style head, filling the room with steam before I stepped inside. The hot water singed my skin and massaged my muscles, pulling me out of my emotion-fueled daze. The lingering embarrassment washed away with the water, leaving me with one realization: one-night-stands were not my thing.
Moments later, his hands slid around my body and cupped my soapy breasts. “Feeling better?” he asked while pressing his soft lips to my shoulder.
“Mmhmm.” I instinctively leaned into him as the soap suds flowed down my body.
As if riding the wave, his hand followed, soothing the ache below.
“Much better…” The words floated from my mouth in a blissful haze.
He kissed my neck before bringing his mouth to my ear. “Come back to bed.”
“I shouldn’t…” My knees weakened under the pressure of his fingers.
“Shower sex it is, then,” he said, holding his erection to my lower back.
I spun around with a laugh. “How can you possibly be ready to go again?”
He dragged his finger through my seam with a knowing smirk. “And you’re not?”
I closed my eyes, trying not to react to his glorious touch. “How do you do that?”
“What?” He dipped his finger in. “This?” He simultaneously rubbed my clit with his thumb. “Or this?”
I buckled over. “Fuuuck.”