She moans. Her back bows and she lifts her ass, inviting me to slam into her.
I heed her wishes. Thrusting deep inside her. Gripping her harder. Listening to her cues, reading her body language, I find our rhythm, a punishing pace that makes her groan and grunt too. We’re both animals, fucking wildly.
I shove a hand into her hair again. Twist her strands around my fist. Jerk hard.
The sound she makes is feral. “Ohhhh,” she moans.
And it’s still not enough for me. “You want me to smack this pretty ass?”
“Hard, please,” she begs.
I lift a hand, then smack.
Smack, tug, fuck.
I leave handprints, and still she’s begging me,more, more, more.
She cries out again, like she’s closer, and I let go of her hair. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I stroke her diamond of a clit and I smack her ass ruthlessly with my other hand until she’s shouting my name and coming on my cock.
My vision blurs.
My brain goes offline as my climax seizes my cells. Pleasure obliterates everything but white-hot bliss with this woman who wants the same kind of wild, dirty, kinky, uninhibited sex I do.
I’ve never been so glad to be wrong about someone.
Sated, for now, I lie next to her and give her the sweet, tender kiss she deserves.
“You took that fucking so well,” I tell her, then brush a gentle kiss to her lips.
“You fucked me so well,” she whispers.
I wrap her in my arms, hold her close, and stroke her hair. “Can I stay the night?”
She smiles against me. “You better.”
We lie together in satisfied silence, and I lazily take in the details of her bedroom. On the nightstand is a stack of books—romance novels with titles likeSweet Spot, Top-Notch Boyfriend,andCome Lately.
I point to the books. “Those look good,” I say, then I read the spine of another one.Role Play.
“They’re unputdownable.” She nods to the last one. “And they sometimes give me great ideas.”
Milo was right. There is something sexy about a reader. But when her hand brushes mine as she reaches for the book, there’s something…surprisinglyniceabout it too.
Like reading could be another thing to do in bed.
I try to knock away the thought of other bedroom activities. But as she starts chapter one, the idea stays.
11
GABE COCKTAIL
Ellie
We lounge around until hunger drives us out of bed and in search of sustenance. Feeling famished, I pop the cork on a Riesling while Gabe answers the door for the food delivery.
I pulled on a comfy T-shirt and shorts post-sex. Gabe is shirtless, and the view from the kitchen counter is quite nice.
What is it about the whole jeans, bare feet, and nothing else look that does it for me?