Page 53 of The Virgin Game Plan (Rules of Love 2)
Yes.
I’m close.
I am lost in the taste of her, drowning in desire as she floods my tongue.
Soon, she’s calling my name and coming undone, the taste of her climax driving me insane.
I kiss her through her orgasm, licking and devouring as she grips my head even tighter, her moans and groans the most wonderful soundtrack I’ve ever heard. When she laughs lightly, then gently pushes me away because she’s become too sensitive, I stop, rise up on my knees, and regard the blonde beauty in my bed.
She is a hot, sexy mess, her hair a wild tangle, her cheeks flushed.
Hints of red in them.
I wipe off my mouth and press my lips to her cheek.
“I see you’ve got some red in your cheeks. Your power color. Because your sexuality is so fucking powerful,” I say.
“Then let me share it with you,” she says. “That’s all I’ve wanted.”
“Same here. Now, let me see how you look on top of me,” I tell her, commanding her like she wants. Like I want too. “Because I’m going to want that next.”
She wiggles out from under me, moves over me, pushes my shoulders down, and straddles me.
I love the way she’s looking at me right now, and I know that the second time we do this, I’m going to want her to ride me so fucking hard.
I shouldn’t be thinking of second times. But I shouldn’t be thinking of first times either.
And I am.
Fuck regret.
Besides, she looks so good like this. So damn good that she needs to know. “Beautiful, the next time we make love, you need to get on top of me, slide onto my cock, and ride the fuck out of me because this is the hottest image I have ever seen in my entire life,” I say, gripping her hips tightly, gazing at the hot as sin woman on me.
“I’m down for that. And do you know why?”
I reach for her face, stroking my thumb over her cheek. “Tell me.”
“Because I have no regrets with you,” she says, intense, certain.
It feels important. Like her words are a promise to herself, of something private and personal. Like she’s just now sharing it with another person.
“I would never regret you,” I say, even though she’s a line I shouldn’t cross.
But fuck lines. I cannot resist Reese Fallon.
She’s the risk I’m willing to take.
I slide out from under her, shed my clothes, leave them on the floor, then reach into my wallet for a condom.
She lies down, her hair fanning out over the pillow, like a goddess.
When I return to the bed, she lifts a hand, holding my face, her blue eyes full of trust and heat at the same damn time. “I wanted it to be you for so long.”
A spark sizzles down my spine and shoots into my heart too. “Me too. I wanted this too.”
And I suppose this is why I didn’t see anyone else. Because I was somehow waiting for her too.
20
Reese
This may be my first time, but I’m pretty sure I know what I like.
I’ve talked plenty about sex with my guy friends and girlfriends. I’ve read countless articles and scoured tons of websites. I’ve experimented with toys too. When I traveled to South America, I made sure I was equipped for those lonely nights out of the country with more than just my fingers.
Most of the time, my fingers work quite well in tandem with my imagination, and I don’t need a ton more. I like to linger in the pleasure, to take my time, to make it last.
But there were other nights when I was tired, when I was exhausted, yet I still wanted that rush of a climax to send me into slumber. That’s where bullet vibrators came in, little silver things that would buzz and shake in all the right ways.
Now and then, I took a dolphin or a rabbit out for a ride and savored that sensation of being filled. Of having something long and thick and hard inside me.
I learned I like it deep. I like it luxurious. I like going slow and feeling the thrust.
So I’m not worried about penetration.
I’m just ready.
In every way. Body, mind, and—surprisingly—my heart.
I tell him how I like it. “I want you to take your time. Make it linger. Long, deep, slow,” I say.
“Consider it done,” he says.
By some measures, I barely know this man, but that’s only if the yardstick is hours or days.
With Holden, I measure by the quality of the time. Every second with him has mattered.
As he opens the foil, I watch, licking my lips in anticipation. My skin heats up again as he rolls the condom down his cock, covering his thick length.
Even that turns me on. “Is it weird I think it’s hot that you’re putting on a condom?”
A sexy grin comes my way. “No. It’s not weird because it means I’m going to be inside you in a few seconds. Exactly where I want to be.”
