Page 82 of On the Ropes
But I was ready to take it.
I reached for the condom on the wardrobe behind me. Rolled it on while watching Tabitha writhe naked on my bed. I prowled up her body and settled my hips between her legs. Then I captured her mouth with my own, drank her in. Our kissing grew frantic. My lips roamed down her throat. My tongue swirled around her nipples as she cried out again and again.
“Dean, please, please, fuck me,” she begged.
Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them over her head and thrust my cock inside of her. Like last time, our attempts to move slowly failed within seconds. Her knees rose high on my waist as I rocked back and forth inside of her—a steady, driving rhythm that set my body on fire with pleasure.
It felt so damn good to move like this, to fuck like this. For the two of us to moan and sigh as we kissed. I released her wrists. Her hands gripped my cheeks, tongue stroked into my mouth. I hitched her leg higher and ground my pelvis against her clit.
“More,” she demanded, mouth at my ear. “I want more of you.”
Those words wrenched a snarl from my lips. I sat back on my heels and turned Tabitha onto her hands and knees. She looked at me from over her shoulder—a temptress to the very end. I curled over her body and kissed a slow path up the column of her spine, grinding my cock between her legs as I did so. By the time I smoothed the hair from her face, her breathing was unsteady. Eyes unfocused. I opened my mouth to suck on the crook of her neck. I slid my hands under her, cupped her breasts as my lips found her ear.
“I meant what I said,” I whispered. “You’re the fantasy, Tabitha.”
Her fingers twisted in the bedsheets. “Then take me, please. Please. You can have me.” She turned her head for a sloppy, fevered kiss. And I knew she wanted to give me something hot and erotic, a night of pure bliss just because. But there was a fierce emotion in those words that made my head spin with possibilities I didn’t need to hope for.
I sat back on my heels again, gripped her hips. I gave her a quick, shallow thrust, and she moaned my name. My next was deeper, then deeper still. She pushed her hips back against mine until I gave in and fucked her faster. Harder. I worked my cock between her legs with everything I had. The front of my thighs slapped against her legs. She tilted her hips again, adjusting the angle. I slid deep enough to have us both crying out. The only word on her lips was my name, urging me on, taking everything I wanted to give.
Her knees slipped wider. She pressed her face to the mattress. I curled my fingers between her legs to rub her clit, the way she showed me the other night.
“Oh yes,right there…right there…” She moaned. I could feel her internal walls fluttering. I increased the pressure on her clit. Tabitha screamed with pleasure and bucked against me, squeezing me so tight that an intense orgasm crashed over me without warning. My head fell back on a grateful, satisfied groan. It took me a few seconds before I could move again, gently pulling away from Tabitha, who immediately flopped onto her stomach with an extremely satisfied smile on her face. I carefully removed the condom but stopped on my way to dispose of it to smooth the hair from her face.
I dipped my head and kissed her cheek. “I liked my fantasy.”
She giggled, opened her eyes. “Oh, you did? I couldn’t tell. Your reaction was pretty subdued.”
I nipped at the shell of her ear. “Don’t you dare move.”
I walked to the bathroom, tossed the condom. It took me all of five seconds, but when I came back, Tabitha was already curled on her side with her eyes closed. I tried not to linger too long on how right this felt, to have a sleepy and satisfied Tabitha dozing in my bed.
But I guessed she probably had rules for this sort of thing.
I smoothed my hand down her back. “Tabitha? Are you asleep?”
“I didn’t move.” Her voice was muffled. Happy-sounding.
I hesitated, unsure of what to say.
But then she peered at me with dreamy eyes through her snarled hair. “Can I stay?”
I nodded. Flipped off the light with trembling fingers and climbed into bed. I opened my arms as if we’d always done this. In the dark, I felt the bed tilt and then her warm, naked body curling into my chest.
Turns out, there were many different kinds of fantasies to long for.
I stroked her hair and kissed the crown of her head. “You can always stay,” I whispered.
“I want to,” she murmured, so soft I almost didn’t catch it.
