Page 89 of Something Like That

“It’s okay,” she said, lifting her face to brush her lips against his. It was barely a kiss, but he knew he’d never forget this moment. She trailed her hands over his shoulders, across his chest and then his stomach. “I’m on the pill.”

Her hands running over his body were distracting, and it took a second for him to realize what she was saying. “What?”

Why did he have to be such a fucking idiot?

One side of her mouth twitched up. “We don’t need a condom. I’m taking birth control. It’s to regulate my cycle, but I figure why not take advantage.” She chewed on the corner of her lower lip, like she was nervous. Like she was afraid he was going to say no.

“Are you sure?” His voice shook, every cell in his body straining to get closer to her. He hadn’t been bare with anyone since his ex-wife. That Alex wanted to do this with him, share this with him, was incredible. She was incredible.

“Absolutely.” She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them and his pants down to just below his ass. His cock sprang free, hard and aching. She wrapped her fingers around him. He hissed out a breath. Tension clawed up his spine, his body so bloody ready, but he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to savor the moment.

She slid the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. The hot, wet heat of her scorched him. His muscles clenched tight on his bones. He couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled up from deep in his chest.

“Please,” she whispered, her pupils stealing the grey in her eyes. Her hair was fanned around her, like a golden halo. She was so fucking beautiful it made his chest hurt.

He pressed his hips forward, sinking into her slowly. The tight, wet clasp of her around his bare skin was indescribable. She made that moaning, mewling sound in her throat and tilted her hips up, forcing him deeper.

“You feel so fucking good.” He grabbed her hands and laced their fingers. She squeezed his fingers tight. He pulled her arms up so they were on either side of her head, and lowered himself fully on top of her. The long, lean length of her underneath him was the best thing he’d ever felt.

She lifted her knees so they were up by his waist, opening herself up to him fully. He sank fully inside her, a groan torn from somewhere inside him. Surrounded by her coconut scent, pressed deep inside her, this was heaven. The only thing that mattered.

He pulled his hips back and pressed forward, wanting to savor every second.

She rocked her hips up, trying to get him to speed up. He refused to give in, to rush this, no matter how much his muscles trembled or his skin tingled. If this was to be the last time, he was going to cherish it.

“Oh, Nick, please.” Her voice was all breathy, her eyelashes fluttery. She swallowed, tipping her head back, exposing her throat. Tempting him with her soft, smooth skin.

“What do you need, wildcat?” He pressed his lips against her throat, licked her salty skin. She trembled, goosebumps chasing themselves across her flesh. “Tell me what you need.”

“Harder.” The word came out like a pant. She squeezed his fingers again. “Faster.”

He pulled back and thrust in hard, over and over, the sound of his hips smacking against hers bouncing around the room. Her pussy tightened around him. He moaned, the sound dark and dirty. She arched her back, rocking her hips, grinding her pelvis against his.

Her eyes were glassy, the grey of her iris nothing but a small ring around her blown pupils. Pink stained her cheeks and her chest. Her slightly parted lips were swollen and shiny.

She was so beautiful in her surrender, he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, the words strained and broken around the edges. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Just like that.”

He let go of her hands and planted his elbows on the floor, pushing his upper body up and forward. While he didn’t like the loss of closeness, he knew this would be really good for her. He pressed as deep inside her as he could and then circled his hips, grinding his pubic bone against her clit.

She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing tight. The feel of her leather boots against his ass was so fucking hot he could barely stand it. And he knew he’d never forget it. He was ruined. There would never be anyone else in his life that made him feel what she made him feel. He didn’t want it to end.

He ground his hips against her, pressing hard, using the way she gasped and writhed as a gauge to what she liked. When he circled his hips, she went wild, grabbing his shoulders, the little mewling noises a constant stream from her throat. She tightened her legs, rocking her hips against his.

“Nick.” His name was nothing more than a gasp. She wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling her upper body off the floor, burying her face against his neck. Her fingers dug into his back, hard enough to bruise.

Her climbing him like a tree, seeking her pleasure, was one of the hottest fucking things he’d ever experienced. Tension and excitement formed a tingling knot at the base of his spine.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come.” Her words were muffled against his chest, but he heard them. He curved one of his arms down to cup her ass, holding her tight against him as he thrust into her.

The muscles in his thighs and ass tightened, the tingling sensation streaking through his pelvis. He wasn’t going to last much longer. All of his nerve-endings were sparking, ready to burst into flames. Pleasure, deep and almost painful, skated up his spine.

She cried out, the sound muffled against his chest. Her arms and legs tightened around him, squeezing so hard he thought his bones might crack. Every muscle in her body tensed and then trembled.

Her pussy walls pulsed against his cock. He groaned, thrusting into her harder and faster. Chasing the friction and the glide and the pleasure. Sweat prickled along his hairline, down his spine. He grunted, the sound torn from him with every thrust.

Pleasure exploded in his pelvis, arcing through him, bouncing off his cells and his skin and his soul. He thrust hard and deep, once, twice, and then he was coming. One hard spurt after another, each one feeling like it was being yanked from deep inside him. He threw his head back, his teeth clenched tight to keep from yelling his ecstasy.