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“Hmm. That felt so good. Harder?”
With pleasure.
Gritting my teeth and gripping her hips, I shove back inside her with a ferocious thrust. Kiera tightens around me, conforming to every ridge as I probe even deeper with my next thrust.
I continue at a hard, fast pace. Our skin slaps together. Our stares disappear into each other’s eyes. Our breaths sync up. I don’t merely feel alive when I’m inside Kiera; I feelher. Her softness. Her kindness and caring. Her cautious nature alongside the woman inside of her who aches to be both loved and free.
Electric need pings my body. I increase my pace. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on, but I have to wait. I want to come undone with her. I need to feel her let go with me.
Slipping a hand between us, I settle my thumb over her clit and stimulate her between each rapid thrust.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screams, clinging to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. “Oh, god. Jonathan…” she croaks out as her walls tighten around me even more.
I turn primal. She called my name during sex. While I’m inside her, she called forme. For some reason, that hits me hard. We’re not fucking; we’re making love.
That must be why, like last time, sex with Kiera feels different. It feels more personal. More loving. More beautiful.
I never want my time with her to end.
Beneath me, her face flushes to a deep rose, her mouth forms a giant O. Yes, she’s there. Right there.
A deep groan rumbles from my chest as an overwhelming fire inside me ignites and burns away my self-control. I finally let go deep within her.
While I catch my breath, I stay buried in her clasp. I feel amazing, like I’m on top of the clouds—until reality crashes down around me. Guilt boils over. I took Kiera to bed and plundered her body to deflect from spilling my own emotions. I thought losing myself inside her would make me feel better. Instead, I feel worse for deflecting. For deceiving. I haven’t felt this much for a woman in years. I don’t remember falling this hard ever, not even for Amber.
What does that say about your feelings?
The answer scares me. I pull free and fall to my back beside her, panting. She rolls to her side, curls up beside me, and falls immediately asleep. Normally I’d nudge a woman toward the door since the sex is over. I’d be more than ready to show her out.
Not Kiera. I want her to stay.
I want her again.
Throughout the night, we worship each other. We explore every dip, every curve, and every crevice of our bodies. When I’ve taken her more times than I can count and I’m exhausted, I somehow find the strength to do it all again. Her moans and screams become my favorite song. I want this—all the time. I want her. Every day. Every night. Everything she can give. It only makes me want to give her all of me in return.
Eventually I nod off in the middle of the night, falling into a deep sleep while spooning Kiera with my face nuzzled in her neck. For the first time in years, I spend a whole night with a woman. It’s the first night in a long time I’ve managed to sleep soundly. It’s the first night in forever that’s felt right.
On Sunday morning, I wake to an empty bed, but the pillow beside me is still warm. When I lift my head, I find Kiera struggling into her pants. Where is she going?
“Hey,” I call to her groggily.
She gasps, turning to me as she gropes for her bra and shrugs into it. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Is she rushing out the door? “Do you have to be somewhere?”
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to overstay.”
“You’re fine. There’s no need to rush out.”
“Thanks.” She pastes on a smile. “But I’ll get out of your hair, and I won’t make the same mistake again.”
She looks anxious. A pang of guilt pelts me hard. Shit, I taught her ducking out, not forming connections, and not hanging around to see if the hookup could be more. Clearly, she took our time together as a learning opportunity. But didn’t she feel the mind-blowing pleasure—and connection—I did last night?
“It’s no trouble. Stay and have some coffee,” I offer.
“I should get home. Kami is probably worried. Thanks for a great night.” With an awkward wave, she tugs down her shirt and starts out of my bedroom.
That’s it?
