Page 219 of Hot Mess
“Without a condom…?”
I met his blue eyes. His eyelashes were wet and dark, his eyebrows drawn together. His black hair was wet, clinging to his forehead and temples.
I pushed my hands into his hair. “What if I said yes to that?” I asked him as he kept fucking me, slow and deep, with his finger.
He pressed his thumb to my clit and murmured, “I don’t know. I’d need you to be sure.”
“You could pull out,” I said. “I’m on the pill and I’m religious about taking it. But… maybe not yet.”
“I’m pretty religious about being clean,” he said. “But I can prove that to you. We can prove it to each other. We don’t need to rush anything.”
Then his warm, wet lips were on mine again and I melted in his arms. I slid my hand down and wrapped it around his hard cock… and yes, I wanted him inside me, bare. Badly.
The only times I’d had sex without a condom, with boyfriends I’d dated for a while and trusted enough, it felt amazing. Flesh against flesh. So much better than condom sex.
Sex like that was reserved for special relationships. Special men.
Men I trusted with my life.
I already knew Ashley was special.
The trust would come, too, if it was meant to be.
“Wait here,” he said, withdrawing his finger and rubbing his thumb in a final circle over my clit, before sliding away. “Just like that.”
I leaned limply against the wall, letting the hot water sluice over me, as he went to get a condom.
When he returned, he rolled it on as soon as he got into the shower. Then he moved toward me, muscles flexing in anticipation as he took my left wrist and twisted my arm behind my head, pinning it to the wall. He took my right leg in his other hand and scooped it up over his hip, bending his knees a bit to line up the head of his cock with my pussy.
But then he just left it there, nudged slightly into me, as he kissed me.
It was a deep, mid-tempo kiss, thorough and hungry, and I kissed him back just the same. My heart thudded against his as he pressed his body against me, his skin slipping against mine.
I slid my free hand down his back and clutched his ass, pulling him closer. “Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth.Now, I wanted to tell him again.Right now… But neither of us was coming up for air to speak.
He knew what I wanted, though.
He shifted his hips, pushing deeper into me. His muscles flexed under my hand and I dug my fingers into his ass. He pulled almost all the way out and I gripped him tighter everywhere I could. Then he slammed into me, deep.
I cried out with the intensity of the sensations. His hard body pressed to mine. His long, hard dick, filling me. But my voice was drowned in our kisses…
The shower rained down on us and we got warmer, wetter. We slipped and slid against each other as he fucked me in a deep, insistent rhythm that had me almost breathless.
He never stopped kissing me.
Somehow, I kept breathing. And I kept wanting more of his kisses, more of his mouth. Kept taking him deeper inside me; my mouth, my pussy. Straining toward him, sinking my tongue deeper into his mouth.
He held me pinned against the wall as he gripped my hip with his hand—jerking my hips to meet his thrusts, so his hard groin rubbed against my whole pussy, again and again. Against my pulsing clit.
He could hear my arousal building, probably, in my moans and guttural cries. He could probablyfeelit all over him. I was starting to tremble as he held me. I still had one foot on the slippery tile floor, but I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. I felt like I was totally safe in his hands.
I felt like I washis.
In this moment, I totally belonged to this man.
He was moaning now, too. Groaning through our kisses. He started fucking me faster, harder. More deliberately. And I knew what he wanted when he kept slamming into my clit and rolling my hips against him.
He wanted me to come, hard.
