Love After All

There was nothing he loved more than a sexually enthusiastic partner. A woman lying there limp while he tried to pleasure her made him think he was doing it all wrong. But as Chelsea’s cries increased and she writhed against him, he figured he was doing something right. And when she let loose with a loud cry of completion, he knew he’d hit the right buttons.

And damn near tore himself apart in the process, because a turned-on woman made his dick harder than stone.

After her quivers died down, he crawled up her body and kissed her. She grasped the sides of his face with her hands and held him still for a deep, hot kiss that left him in no doubt that she appreciated the orgasm.

He rolled over onto his side, petting her nipple as he let her come down and relax.

“If I’d known you were so good at that, we’d have been doing this a lot sooner.”

He laughed. “It was my pleasure.”

“Oh, hell no, it wasn’t. That, Bash, was all about my pleasure.”

She climbed on top of him, and he had to admit, seeing her fully naked and sitting on his body was sweet as hell. “Now, we need to see about your pleasure.”

She slid down onto his thighs and grasped his cock in her hands. He had to hold his breath for a few seconds, because just looking at her and feeling her sweet, soft hands touching him was almost more than he could bear.

Though if she kept her hands on him, he could definitely bear it for a long, long time.

“You know what your problem is, Bash?”

He grasped her hips. “What’s my problem?”

“Your problem is you’ve been dating girls. Girls who are way too young for you. What you need is a woman. Someone who knows what she’s doing, who’s had some … experience.”

He arched a brow. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

She wedged herself onto her belly between his legs.

“I’m interested now.”

“A woman who knows how to pleasure a man. The right way.”

She got up on her hands and knees, then took his cock between her lips and showed him all the reasons he should have had her in his bed a long damn time ago. The visual of her beautiful breasts dangling in front of him, her hot, wet mouth going down on his throbbing cock, coupled with the way she made him feel, blew his goddamned mind, and nearly his control as well. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to let go and release.

The way she teased him, taking him deep, then letting go, giving him a saucy smile before enveloping his cock between her lips again, made him grab tight to the sheets and hold on, because in this, Chelsea held all the control.

Yeah, she was all woman, and she knew exactly what she was doing. And he wasn’t the only one doing the moaning, which only heightened the experience for him.

“Chelsea,” he said, reaching forward to sweep her hair off her face. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Her only response was to hum against his cock. After that he lost all control and lifted against her mouth, grasped her hair, and gave her everything. When he came, she held on to the base of his cock and took everything. And that was so damn hot, so damn sweet, and all he could do was hold on and watch, because he was shaking all over.

Now he was the one who needed a few minutes to get his head on straight. Chelsea crawled up his body and planted a kiss on his lips. He tangled his fingers in her hair and lingered on the kiss, needing to hold her there, still unable to believe she was really in his bed in the middle of the night.

She snuggled against him and he felt the thump thump of her heart against his ribs. He was just going to close his eyes for a minute, then he was going to rock her ever-loving world again.

He was asleep within a minute.

Chapter 21

“Shit.”

Chelsea blinked her eyes open, unaccustomed to hearing a man cuss first thing in the morning.

She was also not used to being wrapped up in a tangled puzzle of naked body parts. She was on her side, and Bash’s warm body was pressed against hers, their legs intertwined.

She rolled over to face him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I fell asleep.”

She smiled at him. “So did I. We had quite a bit going on before that.”

“Yeah, but not the main event. Sorry about that.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. As I recall, I hit you up pretty late last night to start with. And we had some rather entertaining pre-main-events.”

He laughed. “We did, didn’t we? I just don’t want you to question my stamina. I have plenty.”

“Your secret is safe with me. I won’t let the female population of Hope and the surrounding communities know that you’re unable to keep it up after a long night at work and pre-pleasuring your female company with two orgasms at four in the morning. Though I’m sure the city newsletter would be very interested in that juicy tidbit of gossip.”

He kissed her shoulder, then took a little love bite, which made all her feminine parts tingle.

“Which part? The two orgasms? I’ll be happy to give an interview about that.”

She laughed. “You would latch on to that part.”

He turned her over, then cupped one of her breasts, lazily teasing her nipple with his fingers. “Well, yeah. My intent is to make you happy.”

Her stomach tightened at his words. This was a one-time deal. Just today. Then it was over. But she’d had a wonderful time last night, and she’d slept better than she had in a long time. She and Bash had both instantly drifted off, and then he’d held her all night long. Or for however many hours they’d slept.