Page 172 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
I grabbed Tal’s hand and pressed his palm to the top of my breast. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “Right here.”
“Let me get the lights.” He started to roll out of bed before he was even finished saying the words. But I caught his wrist, pulled him back to me.
“No. I’ll take care of the sheet. You take care of me.”
Tal grinned in response, pulling my face to his and kissing me so insistently, so hungrily, I thought I would burst. There it was—that feeling. He just had to keep going.
Silently, just the way I loved, he kissed his way down my body. When I gasped or moaned, he li
ngered, giving me every ounce of attention I wanted. With one hand, I lowered the sheet an inch at a time, focusing on breathing steadily when his hand cupped my breast and he licked along the hot curve where it met my ribs.
My boobs were out in the open, the room’s lights still glowing, and I’d be damned if they weren’t gorgeous—round and full and sexy. Especially with Tal’s lips devouring them. It let me relax with enough confidence to trail my hand down his stomach, which made him moan in exactly the same way it always did. When my fingers circled his heavy length, already rock-hard and pressing into my thigh, I couldn’t take it any more—I had to have him inside me, lights be damned.
“Anna . . . are you sure you’re okay? Don’t you want to take this slow?”
The care and concern and worry on his face pushed that feeling that had been dancing at the edges of my heart all the way inside it, twisting and burning and utterly changing me. “The difference between what happened then and what’s happening now,” I said between desperate kisses, “is that I was getting naked then to prove I was beautiful. Now I already know, because I trust you when you tell me.” I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Because I love you, too.”
A smile crept slowly across his lips, stretching them into a wide grin before he kissed me, hard. “Yeah,” he said, “I know that look when I see it. You sure do.”
He started kissing down my neck again, lowering his hand between my legs, flicking and rubbing with his fingers in exactly the way he knew I liked. But I had no patience for that.
I pressed my body fully against his, and used my weight to flip him on his back. Swinging one leg over him while grinning at his stunned face, I let the sheet fall away and sank down on top of him. His eyes rolled back and he nearly sobbed.
I loved it. Slowly, I started moving, rocking back and forth again and again, taking all the control and making sure he hit exactly the spots I loved. Soon, our moans mingled, through the room, and I wasn’t thinking at all about my body—that is, until Tal spoke, panting.
“It feels so good, Anna. So fucking amazing. I’m trying so hard not to close my eyes, because you’re so goddamn beautiful it hurts.”
The look on his face was so sincere, so loving, that all I wanted was to be pressed up against him. I bit my lip and batted my eyes. “Tal, just take me.”
He grinned, and grabbed my waist with both hands, throwing me back down on top of all the fluffy bedding. For a few frenzied minutes, we were all limbs and sweat, hot mouths and whispered want, desperate to get closer and closer to one another. When all the love and relief and wholeness that I’d somehow gained in the past few hours built up inside me and twisted up with the incredible pleasure of making love to a man I loved, the most incredible orgasm came crashing over me all at once. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remember my name. When my muscles tightened around Tal, I clawed at that perfect ass of his, desperate to have him even deeper inside of me. And then, with one hard thrust, he came too, saying my name over and over, first in a moan, then in a whisper.
When we recovered enough to speak, Tal rolled to my side, and I didn’t pull the sheet back up.
“That,” he said between breaths, “was incredible. It has never, ever been that good. Ever.”
“That was my first time,” I murmured, turning to rest my head in the crook of his neck and shoulder and catching a glimpse of the way my hip curved, beautiful and soft, up off the bed and back down again.
He chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. “What are you talking about? I know for a fact that was not your first time.”
“It damn well was,” I said, leaning in to give him a lingering kiss. “It was my first time with the lights on.”
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ALESSANDRA THOMAS is a new adult writer who swears she was in her twenties yesterday. Since that’s sadly untrue, she spends her time looking back on her college years fondly, and writing sexy stories about guys and girls falling in love and really living life for the first time.
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MELISSA WEST
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BLAKE BANKS SCANNED the crowd of people who had invaded his apartment, searching for the one person he longed to see. The only person who could soothe the pounding in his temple. He reached into his pocket for his cell, just as a blonde stepped into his path. She grinned up at him. “The great Blake Banks,” she said, her voice purring like a fucking kitten. “I’m Alexis.” He nodded to her and then continued his search, his six-four height giving him a solid vantage point, but there were so many people. “So tell me about yourself, Mr. Great.” Then she started in on all the questions he hated, each more personal than the last. What is your major? Are you going pro? And then she asked the question he loathed the most. “Where are you from again?”
Blake closed his eyes and released a slow breath. He hated two things more than anything else in this world—the look people gave him when they heard where he was from and the hard fact that he was a virgin as a college freshman. He could hide the virgin thing, but since rising to the top of the Heisman list, he’d had more interviews on ESPN than any other quarterback in the nation. Everyone knew him. And everyone knew where he was from. He stared pointedly at the girl. “Alton, Georgia.”
