“Sweetheart?” If she tells me it’s too much and to stop now, I’m going to die.
“More,” she pants out.
Thank fuck.
Slowly, I pull out halfway, then push in again. Kiera moves with me each time until I establish a steady, strong cadence to the rhythm of our heartbeats. Until our breaths are in sync.
Sex with her is so much different than I imagined. The motions are familiar—but nothing about the way she makes me feel is. I keep watching her face. The surprise, the wonder, the pleasure… They all make me see sex through her less-than-jaded lens for the marvel this is. We’re two people not just sharing a few hours, a bed, and a little sweat. We’re sharing bodies, bliss, and breaths. We’re not just making friction. We’re making something that feels dangerously like more than sex I’ll forget ten minutes after it’s over.
Kiera licks her lips. Her breathing turns rough. Her eyes slide shut—and I hate that. I don’t want to just look at her face. I need to see inside her thoughts. I can’t stand the thought of her shutting me out of a moment we spend together.
Where is this coming from? What the hell is going on with me?
I don’t know. I can’t stop to think. I just know I have to have all of her.
“Look at me,” I growl, pinning her wrists to the mattress above her head with one hand, then lifting her hips to me with the other so I can hit her G-spot. “Open your eyes.”
She shakes her head. “It’s too much.”
Too intimate? Because she thinks she’s giving too much of herself to me?
“It’s never going to be enough. Look at me. Know who’s fucking you, sweetheart,” I demand, now increasing my speed with each thrust.
The growing pleasure makes me feel light-headed and wasted. It floods my body, bends my spine, and does something to my brain that makes me believe Kiera could be mine. If I’m not careful, I’ll become addicted to her.
What if you already are?
That terrifies me.
“Kiera?” I grind out, pushing my way inside her again and again, driven on by the roughening sounds of her breaths and the slam of her feminine padded headboard banging against the wall. I’m going out of my mind. “I need you to fucking look at me.”
Desperation wrenches the words from my throat. Thankfully, she complies, her lashes lifting to expose her big hazel eyes. Yeah, and they’re filled with softness and pleading. They’re clinging like I’m the answer to all her prayers. They’re telling me that she’s ripe for my taking, not just sexually but forever.
That should scare the absolute hell out of me. Instead, it spurs me to plunge deeper, down into her as far as she’ll let me while I hold her closer. Hell, I don’t even want to blink.
Her cries of rising bliss reverberate throughout the room. Slowly, her lips form an O. Blush stains her cheeks. Her eyes burst wide. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god!”
I do my best to hold myself together as I watch her quickly unravel with what could be the most devastating orgasm of the night.
Determined to give it to her, I fill her with one stroke after the other. But I’m losing myself to the ecstasy threatening to dismantle me. I can’t hold on much longer.
Keep steady. Not until she’s there.
Kiera suddenly screams, clamping down on me so tight, I can hardly move. She’s at orgasm, and her muscles threaten to push me from the heaven of her pussy, but I fight my way back in, keeping cadence until I can’t hold back anymore. Breaths and heartbeats roar between my ears, blending with the sounds of her pleasure as I moan loudly, letting myself explode inside her.
A long moment of silence passes as we listen to each other’s breathing. When mine finally normalizes and I can somewhat feel my legs again, I nuzzle my face into her neck. I focus on her scent, her skin.
“Wow.” She pants. “That’s what it’s supposed to feel like?”
I don’t know what the hell to say. I don’t even know what that was. Sex…but more. I can’t lie and tell her that’s the kind of connection she should expect with every guy she fucks. I don’t want to think about the fact I’m supposed to be teaching her how to fuck me and forget me so she can move onto someone else.
I don’t say anything at all. I need space. I need air. I need sanity.
Forcing myself to pull free from her, I find her adjoining bathroom and dump the used condom in the trash. But when I return to Kiera’s room, she’s still laid flat across her mussed bed, eyes half closed. The air caresses her nipples. She’s wearing a half smile. She looks like a wet dream.
I’m so tempted to dig for another condom, crawl between her legs again, and spend the rest of the night there. The thought has my dick standing at attention. Physically, I could do it, but emotionally?
Don’t do it, buddy. She already got to you. It’s called a one-night stand for a reason.