Page 10 of New Rules
I don’t know if it was what he said or how he said it with that gravelly, sensual voice of his, but it worked for me.
He moved one hand to my hip and squeezed, while the other joined his mouth as his thumb took over my clit and two fingers slipped inside me.
Those two large fingers must have contained magic, because some unknown noise came out of my mouth.
“What?” he asked, but I simply gave a rough, gravelly hum in response.
Jeez. I couldn’t even form words around this man. The soft pressure of his thumb was driving me crazy. This man knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well.
Maybe it was the sight of him above me or watching him worship my body with his mouth. Whatever it was, I was a fan, and I fell apart embarrassingly fast. My thighs shook as my orgasm vibrated through my body.
The room spun, and I felt dizzy. I may have even blacked out, because when my room finally stopped spinning, Ray had removed his jeans and whatever he had been wearing underneath. He was standing in front of me, naked as the dayhe was born, gazing down at me like I was a brand-new birthday present he’d just unwrapped.
I leaned up as best I could, trying not to get dizzy again as I stared at the completely naked man in front of me.
Just as I suspected, he was well-endowed, and I wanted to touch him.
I reached forward, my thumb skimming over the head, spreading the slickness that had accumulated at the tip.
He groaned and his voice became hoarse. “Tammy, you keep doing that, and this won’t last but ten more seconds.”
I hummed, tilting my head as if in thought. “As much as I love the power that statement gives me, I want this to last a little longer so I can get me some.”
There was a glimmer of humor and mischief in his eyes. “How selfless of you.”
He turned and opened a condom packet with his teeth, sheathing himself in front of me like he was putting on a show.
Just saying, but I would pay money to watch that show again and again—good money, too.
“How are you feelin’, sweetheart?”
“With both hands when you let me,” I teased back, smiling back at him.
As I lay back on the bed, both my hands palm up, I curled them in the “come here” motion, and he did.
He wasted no time as he pushed home and groaned as he bottomed out.
My center quivered at his invasion and begged for more. He was definitely big, and I felt my body adjusting to the pressure and fullness.
“You feel so damn good wrapped around me.” A rough sound caught in his throat before he leaned over to kiss me.
His calloused hands worked up and down my legs and hips and back up to my chest as he continued to stroke harder and deeper into me.
He was feral in his vigor, and I loved it. Each thrust was rougher than the last, and I had so many nerve endings lighting up like fireworks in my body.
Suddenly, his thumb was back on my clit, working circles around it with just the right amount of pressure.
With no warning at all, another orgasm crashed through me. I hit the highest high as my body felt like it was tumbling down a hill in a free fall.
I was rendered completely incoherent as pleasure rushed up through my stomach and down to my toes.
I heard him yell out my name as he plunged into me deeper and harder than before, but I was already gone to this world, so I had no idea how long he lay there on top of me before my brain rejoined me on planet Earth.
I’d never come this fast—at least not without the help of a battery-operated friend. Maybe it was because I was already strung so tight, perhaps it was because it had been so long for me, or maybe it was his size.
Women who say size doesn’t matter haven’t hadsize, because Ray was big…and it mattered.
I could feel him everywhere, and I was no virgin, so having this man hit me in spots I’d never been hit before said something.
