Page 59 of Faking It
Her fingers slide up my chest as I dip down and capture her nipples in my mouth. First the right. Then the left. The palm of my hands taking over for me as I kiss my way up her collarbone and then under her neck to her ear.
“I’m dying here, Harlow,” I murmur against her ear and then moan as her hand wraps around my dick and begins to stroke. “I need you. To be in you. To fill you. To fuck you.”
“Yes, please!” Her thumb rubs over my head as her fingers squeeze my shaft and when she leans up and kisses me, I know she’s game. That our foreplay has been enough for her.
Hell if I’m not a man who prides himself on making sure a woman comes at least once before I jacket up, but this time—with her assent—I’m definitely not going to say no.
Our lips meet again. “Condom?”
“Drawer. Top left,” she says.
I grab the box and then curse when I see it’s sealed in plastic. Just one more barrier, one added second until I can have her.
And one more affirmation that she really was sick the other night and not off with her man of the moment like I was miserably thinking she was.
Harlow’s throaty laugh fills my ears as I lean back on my haunches between her thighs and struggle with the box.
“Here,” she says as she sits up, legs astride mine and takes the box from me. Within a second, her fingernail slides against the seal so it breaks. Her eyes hold mine as she takes the packet of foil, tears it apart and withdraws the ring of rubber.
“Can we speed this unsexy process up so we can get to the sex-y part of it?”
“By all means,” she says as she hands it to me and then lays back onto the bed of pillows at her back. I look down to roll the condom up my dick. Then my hands still as I notice hers sliding between her thighs.
Her sigh fills the room as she parts herself and slowly rubs back and forth over her clit. Her back arches some. Her legs tense against mine.
I watch her fingertip slide down her seam, coat itself, and then move back up to rub some more. Another groan.
My eyes flash up to hers to find them trained on me. Inviting me. Asking me. Telling me it’s my turn. And when her teeth bite into her bottom lip and her eyes close in pleasure, I’m done for. Gone.
Within a beat, her hips are in my hands, my dick is lined up at her entrance and I’m pushing into her inch by fucking inch.
Warm. Tight. Wet. Heaven.
Those four words fill my mind before my thoughts turn to nothing and desire wins the war on restraint.
I give her a second to adjust to my size, then I begin to move. Slowly at first. A withdraw and a thrust back in. A grind when we’re pelvis to pelvis. A lean over to capture her nipple between my teeth as her fingers find my hair and fist there.
“That feels good,” she murmurs as I move in and out of her.
We find a rhythm. I pick up the pace, taking her cues as we go. Loving how she grabs her tits and squeezes her own nipples between her fingertips. Going crazy when she slides a hand between her thighs, touches my cock as it slides in and out of her, and then adds friction to her own clit.
Her confidence is sexy. Her eyes holding mine, erotic. Her gentle commands telling me what she likes and needs is hot as hell.
Right there, her body tells me. Harder. Oh God, right there. Tease me with the tip.
“Zane.”
“Zane.”
“Zane!”
“I’m going to come.”
Her pussy tightens around me like a goddamn vise squeezing every last bit of control I have left. I let her have a moment to enjoy her orgasm but the pulsing of her around me pushes me over the edge.
My fingers tighten on her inner thighs as I spread them wider and pick up the pace. Drive after drive. Thrust after thrust. My balls ache with the best kind of pleasure as they build up and then fuck if I can stop the freight train of goddamn ecstasy that barrels through me when I come.
My, god.
