Page 136 of My All American Girl

“Oh no.” I shook my head. “Not after what you did to me.”

His laughter echoed around the room as my hands traveled down his body. I traced the taut muscles of his chest, the ripple of his abdomen, then grazed over his hip bones before pausing at the top of his thighs.

His breath hitched in anticipation. He squirmed under my touch, an anxious look dancing in his eyes which made my heart flutter. “You can’t just leave me hanging,” he teased, a playful grin on his face.

I leaned down to capture his lips in another fierce kiss. “Oh, I intend to take my sweet time.” His eyes showed surprise for a moment. Then he nodded, surrendering himself completely to me.

Slowly, I began my descent. My lips left a trail from his neck to his chest. His fingers tangled in my wet hair as I trailed kisses down his hard abdomen. His breath hitched when I reached the sensitive spot on his hip. An involuntary shudder ran through him as I kissed him there.

“Sarah.” He groaned out my name like he was in pain. My fingers slowly wrapped around him, pulling a gasp from him. I looked up at him, watching his reaction as I started moving my hand, slow at first but gradually increasing the pace with every stroke. It resulted in a chorus of throaty moans escaping from his lips. His eyes were shut tight as he rode the wave of pleasure. I was completely mesmerized by him, his raw masculinity, his vulnerability, and the trust he had in me.

“Don’t stop,” he begged through gritted teeth, a plea that I was more than willing to oblige as I continued, maintaining the rhythm that appeared to drive him crazy.

I slid down his body and bent down to pull his cock into my mouth. His body jerked, nearly coming off the bed.

“Sarah,” he gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair. My tongue traced the veins under the hardened skin, my lips wrapping around him while my hand continued to move in sync with my mouth. His body trembled harder with each passing second. His breath became ragged and uneven.

I increased the pace of my movements, taking him deeper into my mouth. His hips jerked off the bed as he tried to push himself even deeper into me. I held on to his thighs tightly, keeping him pinned down. With every lift of his hips, a groan escaped him that made me feel powerful and desired.

His body tensed up suddenly and he let out a loud groan. I stayed with him through his high, drawing out each wave of pleasure until he was completely spent, trembling under my touch. I licked him clean before crawling back up his body to lie beside him.

He pulled me against him, holding me close as our heartbeats returned to normal. His fingers ran through my hair as he nuzzled my neck, kissing me softly there.

“You’re…” He was breathless still, struggling for words. “Incredible.”

I felt pretty damn powerful. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I’m going to need a minute. You just sucked my soul through my cock.”

I laughed at his reaction, the sound echoing through the room. He joined in, his own laughter mingling with mine. It was moments like these when I felt so close to him, so connected that it was almost surreal. I couldn’t wait to have lots more with him. We lay there just laughing and catching our breath, our naked bodies tangled together.

After some time, he exhaled deeply and turned to me, his dark eyes sparkling with an intensity I rarely saw—a mix of satisfaction, fondness, and an undeniable passion that never failed to send waves of desire through me. His hand found its way to my cheek, and his thumb gently caressed my face.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight,” he murmured softly.

“I wouldn’t dare,” I replied earnestly, pressing a soft kiss to his palm.

His lips met mine again in a gentle kiss that lasted for endless moments before we finally broke apart. “I hate to talk shop, but how do I get through the rest of UPT without you as my mentor? I have another eight months. I thought I was going to be learning from you.”

“You don’t need me,” he said. “Not as your official trainer. You’ll still have me. You can still ask me questions. I just won’t be sitting behind you in the cockpit anymore. I know you’ll be fine. You’ve got the skills. There are some good trainers at Columbus.”

“Will you be there?”

“Honestly, I haven’t really thought much about it. I suppose I could rent an apartment near base. Jude would probably be happy if I was around to help out at the Fly Trap.”

“I’d like that,” I said. “I want to be able to see you.”

“You will,” he assured me. “But make as many friends as you can. Stay true to yourself. The rest will take care of itself. This part of your training is about learning and making connections. You need both.”

I took a deep breath. “As long as you’ll be nearby, I’ll be fine. I don’t think I can go eight months without sex.”

He chuckled and rolled over to cover me with his body. “Are you saying you need me?”

I nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Let me get a condom.”

He rolled off me and rummaged through the nightstand drawer, his back muscles rippling with each movement. Pulling out the small packet, he glanced back at me over his shoulder, his dark eyes smoldering with desire.

“I am going to buy stock in condoms,” he teased with a smirk as he ripped open the packet.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he murmured, settling back between my thighs. “Because I have a lot to give.”

Slowly, he pushed inside me. Both of us released simultaneous gasps at the sensation. He stilled for a moment, allowing us both to adjust, his forehead resting against mine. Then, he pulled almost completely out before pushing back in, setting a slow rhythm that had me writhing beneath him.

The room filled with our soft moans and the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. Our gazes remained locked, neither of us willing to break the intimate connection. My hands roamed his back and shoulders, tracing his muscles and relishing in the feel of being with him.

With any luck, it would last forever.