Page 67 of The Boyfriend Experience

It’s too cold to make her take her clothes off. Even though I know she’d do that if I asked her to. I can already feel the chill of her beneath me. But my body heat will help. Will protect her from the cold.

The deluxe package includes a boyfriend blanket on a cold night.

She opens her legs, reaches down between them to play with herself, and my hips adjust enough to allow my cock to slide up to her opening. Her fingers are grabbing my shoulder now. And even through the leather I can feel them dig.

I want to take the jacket off so she can leave marks on me. I want there to be nothing between us. But I want her to be on the bottom at least once. So she can look up and see the surreal fantasy version of the underside of her water tower just like I did. So we can share that special feeling of being with someone you adore in a way that can’t be repeated.

No one will ever make love to her like this again. Not even me. Because this is a moment and moments pass into other moments and no two are ever alike.

She thrusts her hips upward, trying to force me to enter her. I just grin, because not gonna happen. Not until I say so, at least.

“Come on,” she whispers, watching me intently. “Let’s go.”

“We’ve got time. There’s no rush.”

She thrusts upward again. “There is a rush. A rush I want to experience again. Don’t make me beg, Lawton Ayers.”

“Begging?” I ask playfully. “Is that something you do?”

She giggles, then gets serious real quick. She frowns. Pouts her lips. Widens her eyes. “Please,” comes out like a whimper. Like she’s been wounded and needs relief. Relief only I can administer.

“Just take a moment, Oaklee. Feel it with me.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. Like she’s trying to figure out what I’m asking.

“The game is over,” I say. “That’s what I want you to feel. We passed it by some time ago. I’m not sure when, exactly. But the game is over.”

“OK,” she says, her face relaxing. The pout is gone. The confusion is gone. And all her expectations seem to melt away. “We’re real,” she whispers.

She’s not asking me, she’s telling me.

I nod, and in that same moment I allow my cock to slip inside her.

She closes her eyes and clutches my shoulders tighter. And yes, I so badly want to be naked with her inside so I can really feel the hold she’s got on me right now.

I fuck her slow this time. I feel her this time. I relish the way her pussy clamps against my thick shaft. I enjoy how wet she is. How she moans just a little. How her legs wrap around my waist, trying to box me in and keep me close.

She doesn’t need to do that. I’m not going anywhere.

I kiss her as we fuck. It’s a slow kiss because it’s a slow fuck. Our tongues wrapped up in each other. In the simplicity of this night and how everything after this will be complicated.

Because that’s just how it goes.

She draws in a deep breath, holds it as her body stiffens and I know what’s coming.

She’s coming.

And there’s nothing more beautiful than watching the face of a woman you adore reach the pinnacle of muscle-twitching pleasure with you on top of her.

So I come too.

Because that’s what turns me on the most.

Her pleasure.

CHAPTER NINETEEN - OAKLEE

The moment I orgasm he thrusts his hips and fills me so deep I can’t breathe. The muscles in my legs are spasming. My eyelids flutter closed—not sure if they want to stay that way and drag the moment out behind a curtain of fireworks on black, or open wide to see the whole thing in perfect clarity.