“Yes.”
“Good. We’re going another round tonight. I want more.”
“Fine by me.” She smiled and reached up to play with his beard, the way she often liked to. “Could you please bring me some water?”
They lay side by side in bed for almost half an hour, quiet and relaxed. He loved that they didn’t always have to talk. She wasn’t one of those people who felt the need to fill a silence with chatter; she was comfortable enough in her own skin to not have to do that. It was one of the things he liked most about her, actually. Her being so at ease with herself made it so easy to be with her.
But as always, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for long. He ran his fingers over her soft skin, paying particular attention to her red and black lace-encased breasts. “You’re stunning.”
“Thank you. You like the set?”
“I almost came right when I saw it, almost blew it like a horny teenager.”
“You were really fired up.” She grinned. “I have to watch you shower more often. That was a major turn-on for both of us.”
“My naughty little voyeur,” he murmured, taking her mouth in a sumptuous kiss. “Who knew?”
“I didn’t know!” she said with a laugh, eyes bright. “That was new for me. I just thought about watching you shower . . . and I wanted it.” Her fingers sifted through his hair as she blushed. The light in her eyes made something spark and kindle inside him. “But something about this whole scenario . . . It’s different. It’s kind of been . . . freeing for me. Even in bed. Is that weird? Does that make any sense?”
“It makes total sense. It’s been like that for me too.” He kissed her again, letting himself drown in the feel of her. “I want you again. Ready?”
“Yes.”
It was a slow and leisurely exploration this time. His hands, lips, teeth, and tongue canvassed every gorgeous inch of her, a sweet and sexy discovery, and she reveled in his body the same way. When they were ready, she sat up and nudged him to lie on his back, then straddled his hips. He guided himself inside as she slid down slowly onto his hard shaft, both of them moaning softly at the amazing feel of joining.
She rode him slowly at first, taking her time, clearly reveling in every sensation. He gazed up at her, watching her grind into him, as her long curls tumbled over her shoulders, her breasts, all around her. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, her pelvis ground into him sinuously . . . He felt drugged by passion and her beauty.
They moved together in perfect sync as he drove up into her. He felt himself getting closer; trailing his hand from her breasts down her body, he found her clit and rubbed it with his thumb, making her cry out and grind harder. He picked up the pace, thrusting up into her faster, with more power, until she cried out his name and shuddered. Her orgasm brought on his roaring, mind-bending release as he panted and held on to her hips.
She sank down to collapse onto his chest and he held her close, then rolled her onto her back. Still breathing heavily, her eyes stayed closed as she murmured, “I’m like jelly. I can’t move. Ohhh my God.”
With a satisfied grin, he reached for a pillow and lifted her hips for her, sliding it beneath her in the necessary position. She whispered thanks. He pressed a kiss to her mouth, then flopped down beside her. They lay side by side for a few minutes as their bodies quieted. When he started to almost doze off, he made himself push up onto his elbows. “I better get going, or I’m going to pass out here.”
“You can if you want,” she said. Her eyes half opened to look at him, tired and sated. He felt a spark of pride that he’d made her look that way. She was captivating.
But he said, “I think it’s best that I go home.”
She looked at him for a long beat, then said, “All right,” and let her eyes slide closed again. “Is it okay if I don’t walk you to the door?” she whispered.
“Of course. Go to sleep.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead, then reached to pull the comforter up over her. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Okay . . .”
He watched her for a minute. Her breathing turned slow and deep, and her features relaxed completely. He envied her sleep; he was ready to sleep for a week. He thought about just lying back down and doing that. It was tempting . . . She was tempting . . .