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It was true I’d been married to Katie’s dad, and I had loved him. But sex with Zach was never like this. With him it felt like something to be done in the dark, handled and then moved on from. It felt sneaky and a little bit shameful even.
This, with Sly, felt more like a destination to be explored, enjoyed. It was the difference between buying a Hershey’s bar at the grocery store and eating in the car on the way home, feeling guilty about it and picking up a box of gourmet chocolates at some fancy boutique, setting them brazenly on the counter and then savoring them one by one in front of anyone who pleased to watch.
I traced long lines around the prominent muscles of Sly’s chest and abdomen, loving the way his eyes glistened up at me full of appreciation and something that looked a whole lot like wonder. I followed my fingers with my mouth, trailing kisses and nips down his stomach and across his hips, finally letting one hand slide down to graze the steely soft length of the erection.
He sucked in a breath when I touched him, and when I grasped him firmly, stroking him up and down, he let out a low groan that pulled at something deep inside me, ratcheting up my want exponentially.
I slid lower down his body, cupping his balls in my other hand as I pumped him, adding my tongue to the mix with a long swipe up the underside of him. Sly’s hands found my hair, burying themselves in it as I finally took him into my mouth, sealing my lips around him and sucking gently, following my hand up and down as I stroked him.
“Shit,” he murmured. “That’s good.”
His grumble had an edge of hysteria to it, like he was on the brink of losing control, and the knowledge made me feel powerful in a way I wasn’t sure I had before.
I continued my work for a few more minutes, reveling in the way Sly tensed and moaned beneath me, and when his hands moved to my shoulders and tugged, urging me back up his strong body, I complied.
“Condom?” I asked him. I had some—I’d bought them this week on the way home, hoping exactly this situation might arise, but I still felt a bit shy. I didn’t want him to think I’d expected this to happen again.
“In my jeans,” he said, gesturing to one side of the bed.
I rolled off him, but I could feel his hungry eyes on my skin as I reached for his pants, finding a string of condoms folded into his front pocket. I held them up, five of them dangling from my hand. “Awfully ambitious.”
“You never know,” he answered.
I ripped one off, opened it and rolled it down his length while pinching the tip to leave a little extra room. And then I leaned forward and kissed him again, Sly’s arms banding around me like iron, and his body tensing beneath me. Still connected to his mouth, I reached between us, positioning him right where I needed him, and then slowly, I pushed onto him, our kiss never breaking as I took him in, centimeter by slow, delicious centimeter.
I was so ready for him that the sensation alone—that slick, satisfying slide—had me on the brink of exploding, but I held back. I didn’t want this to be over.
Putting a bit of space between our bodies, I started to undulate my hips, playing with different rhythms and speeds, moving in various ways and watching Sly’s reaction. He was so expressive, so open. I could tell exactly what he liked best by the way his eyes fluttered, the way his body tensed, and the sounds he made. Some people liked to listen to whale sounds, I thought absently, but I would be happy to have a soundtrack of Sly’s sex sounds to listen to when he wasn’t here. They ranged from soft grunts to strings of desperately muttered curses, and every syllable lit me on fire.
I tightened the muscles inside me deliberately as I pulled myself backward, letting go slightly as I slid back down, clamping again as our bodies met.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asked, his voice low, his eyes glassy. His hands were planted firmly on my ass. I felt like I’d taken some kind of mind-altering substance, like I was floating above us, watching as he filled me so completely, his fingers brushing the sensitive spot between my cheeks as I moved. It was the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
Tension coiled inside me as I watched him fight for control. “You like that?” I asked, already certain of the answer.
“I don’t know if I can form actual words,” he said, sucking in a shuddering breath as I slid almost completely off of him and then slammed myself back down. “Oh fuck.”
I was finding my pace, driven by my own need, and I increased the rhythm slightly, earning a groan from Sly.
Sweat rolled down my back as I moved, working toward a release I knew would be so big I was almost afraid.
When it came, on the heels of everything inside me tightening, it was in crashing waves of pleasure so intense they were incapacitating. I heard myself crying out, a breathy sound I didn’t recognize that seemed to be coming from far, far away.
And as soon as the waves began to subside, leaving me limp, Sly took over the rhythm I’d set, holding my hips with his hands as he thrust up beneath me.
“Holy. Fuck. You’re. So. Fucking. Hot.” His words were punctuated by his movements, and when he neared the end of his statement, his eyes widened and his grip on my hips became almost painful, his fingers sinking deep into my flesh as he came.
He was quiet, which I was thankful for since I didn’t want to have to explain this particular version of Yahtzee to Katie right now. But part of me would have liked to hear him roar his release, to know that I did that to him, that I brought that out of him.
We lay connected for a long time after, me resting on Sly’s strong chest, his arms around me, one hand toying with my hair at my shoulder. Finally, I slid to one side of him, releasing him, and went to clean up. When I returned, he had snuggled down into my blankets and smiled at me.
“I don’t think you can stay,” I said, but I wished he could.
“I won’t. I just want to hold you a little longer. We haven’t talked all week.”
I climbed in beside him, snuggling close and breathing in the heady scent of him, mingled with the lingering smell of sex.
“How was your week?” he asked.
