Page 76 of Something Like That

“Just thinking about how incredible you are.” He traced a finger over her belly. Goosebumps chased themselves across her skin.

“Then why don’t you come over here and show me.” Shut up, shut up, shut up. Her already heated skin ratcheted up an additional thousand degrees. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. She was already pretty flushed from her orgasm.

One side of his gorgeous mouth quirked up. “So that’s how it is, huh? You bossing me around now?”

She gave him what she hoped was a come-hither stare.

He chuckled, the sound low and sexy, and rolled on top of her.

All her problems, her worries, her thoughts, blinked out of existence, like the sea at low tide. The feel of his skin against hers, his weight pressing down on her, was bliss.

Pure pleasure.

His lips crashed into hers. The kiss was deep and dirty and decadent. His tongue thrust into her mouth, slick and hot and wet. She wound her arms around his neck, kissed him back, just as hard, just as urgent.

He pulled away from her lips and balanced his forehead on hers. His breath came out in short pants. “Are you ready?” His voice was quiet, and there was more than a little desperation in the question. “Because I don’t know if I can wait anymore.”

“Oh, God, yes.” She tilted her hips up.

He reached between them and adjusted their position so his erection pressed against her entrance. Between the lube and her orgasm, everything was slick and hot. He pushed inside. This time, the first couple of inches slipped in easily. The fullness, much different than his fingers, made her gasp.

“You okay?” He stopped.

“Yes.” The word escaped on a breath. A whimper caught in the back of her throat. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He pressed further inside, his movement achingly slow. The feeling of fullness increased, making her tingle, but she wanted—no needed—more.

“Faster, Nick. More. I need more.”

With a grunt, he gave one final push, pressing himself fully inside her.

Everything below her bellybutton throbbed. She needed to do something to try and alleviate the… she didn’t know what exactly to call it. It wasn’t pain, or an ache, or anything like that. It was something different, something she’d never felt before.

Not knowing what else to do, she squeezed her inner muscles, trying to get whatever it was to stop, or start, or something.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice was strained, the words almost breathy. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” He pressed a kiss to one corner of her mouth. Then the other.

Good didn’t describe the feeling, didn’t do it justice, but she needed more. “You have to move.” Her voice was cracked around the edges. “I need you to move.” She rocked her hips, the friction sending a cascade of sparks through her whole body.

He pulled his hips back and then pressed into her in one smooth stroke. She gasped, arching her back and thrusting her hips up to push him deep. He groaned and gave her another long, hard stroke.

She ran her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms, needing to touch him. He grabbed her hands and interlocked their fingers, planting them on the bed next to her head. His thrusts turned harder. She lifted her legs and draped them around his hips, opening herself up to him even more.

He sank deeper on the next inward stroke. They both moaned.

“You’re so hot and wet and perfect.” His voice was hoarse. He kept his gaze locked with hers. It was intimate and intense. She couldn’t look away. “Your pussy was made for me.”

Her inner muscles clenched at the dirty words. It wasn’t something she was used to. She usually kept her language pretty clean. And dirty talk had never been something she and Kevin had ever tried. But she couldn’t deny her reaction to it. Some part of her liked it. Really, really liked it.

“You like that, do you?” He thrust into her hard. “You like it when I tell you what a pretty pussy you have? What a good girl you are, taking all of my cock like you are?”

She made a noise in the back of her throat that may have been an affirmation, and pushed her hips up to meet his on the next down stroke. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud in the quiet room.

“Harder,” she said, although it was really more of a gasp. “Oh, please, Nick, harder.”

He did as she asked, thrusting harder, pushing impossibly deep. She felt so full, so stretched. He was reaching and touching nerve endings that hadn’t ever been touched.

A tingle burst to life deep inside her, the start of another orgasm. Which was unbelievable. She’d already had two off the chart experiences tonight. She wasn’t sure her body could take another.