Page 78 of The Great Dating Fake Off
Taking his shaft in my palm, I move him lower and tease myself with him.
“Nora…” My name sounds both like a warning and a question.
If I move my wrist the wrong way, he’d slip inside me. Excitement shivers up my spine. “Want me to stop?”
His molten gaze is fused to where we’re touching. “No.”
“When you flipped me around and bent me over the pool table, I thought…” I play his broad tip over my clit. “I thought you couldn’t wait anymore. I was ready for you to take me right then and there. With nothing between us.”
He hisses out a breath. “You’re killing me. We shouldn’t, right?”
I slowly circle my entrance with his cock. “Definitely not. I’m not on birth control.”
His eyes flare with heat. Reaching down, his fingers ghost mine, gently guiding my hand round and round like he can’t help himself, ever closer to where I want him. I let out a moan at the tease of his now-slick skin against mine when we reach my center.
“You’re dripping wet.” His tone is filthy. “You like thething we can’t do.”
I do. Too much. I arch up. “Just me?”
He slips inside an inch.
“Fuck. No, not just you.” The word—his need—rumbles through me. Just the tip of him has my insides fluttering. He slips in another inch. “How bad do you want it? Tell me.”
“Bad.” So bad I’m an aching mess between my legs, fantasizing that he’ll lose control. Trusting he’ll hang on to it for the both of us. Hoping he doesn’t.
He grips his cock. “You feel so good I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
He curses long and low, his muscles trembling as he stares down the valley between our bodies where we’re just barely connected. I drop my knees open, letting him look his fill.
With a groan, he pulls away and snatches the condom off the comforter. “Someday I’ll give you what we both want, but this will feel damn good, too.” He bites into the foil and rolls the condom on in one stroke. He shoves my legs apart and spears me in a powerful thrust.
I cry out and slap my hand to my mouth. The walls are too thin for how good he feels, and I don’t want to announce it to the neighbors. I’m almost unbearably filled, pressure radiating through my core.The air evacuates my lungs with his second full thrust.
He halts abruptly. “Good?”
“Great.”
His third, fourth, fifth, sixth drives me up the mattress. He snaps his hips over and over again as I surrender fully, letting him set the pace.
“Fucking perfect”—he scoops his hand beneath the fullest part of my ass and lifts my hips off the bed, hitting me even deeper—“better than I could’ve dreamed.”
“You’re—”
Whatever else I was going to say melts into a quiet whimper as his finger lands on my throbbing center. He plays my body like an instrument, strumming and stroking. I’m consumed by sensation. I want him to crush me into this mattress; to make sure this night counts.His pace quickens and I wear out the word “yes,” chanting it between breaths. My need spills past the edges like color bleeding outside the lines.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to pretending tonight hasn’t broken me open. I’m afraid I’ll walk out that door a branded woman after this. It’ll be written all over my face that I belong to Sebastian.
He drapes my leg over his shoulder and pushes to his knees, driving impossibly deeper. I’m so full, clawing frantically at his chest and stomach, desperate for release. His moan is throaty as he handles me, giving and taking in perfect balance.
His dark, glittering eyes hold mine and all thoughts in my head fall away in a whoosh. I’m a thoughtless, wordless, wanting mess. This is so much more intense than I was expecting, but like the orgasm threatening me, I’m too far gone to stop it.
“I’m there.” His warning morphs into a groan when he looks down at where we’re joined again. He pumps in and out at a breakneck pace.“Come for me, Nora.”
The intimacy of my name on his tongue is my final straw, sending me over the edge alongside him.
I bet this is how jumping off that dock felt. Exhilarating.
