Page 22 of Improper Proposal
He slides the condom down the long length of him, then glances at me. “I can’t decide,” he says.
“On what?” I ask, no longer worried he’s having second thoughts. This is what he says when he’s being playful, and I really like learning all his little idiosyncrasies.
“If I want you under me, over me, or bent over this bed.”
“You don’t have to decide. We can do all those. We have all night.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He falls over me, and I wrap my legs around him.
“I like this way. I get to see your face when you come for me again, and yeah, you’re definitely going to come for me again.”
I do love a man with confidence. “And I get to see your face, too,” I say quickly, desperate to finally have his cock in me.
He grimaces again, another tell of his when he’s playing. “I can’t imagine it’s pretty,” he says, and I laugh.
“Will, you are the hottest guy I know. Now shut up and fuck me already.”
In one hard push, he seats himself high inside me, and I gasp, never having felt so gloriously full. He stills for a second, gives me time to adjust to his size. When I do, I move my hips, needing him fast and hard but slow and soft at the same time. God, I don’t know what I want anymore.
He pulls back and powers forward. Oh yes, I want that.
I run my hands over his back, pulling him against me, unable to get close enough. I shift beneath him, taking him deeper, and he pants. With a house full of people downstairs our actions are reckless, improper, but I can’t fight this need for him. I can’t put a word to it, but it’s different, stronger than anything I’ve ever before felt.
“You feel so fucking good.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing the sensitive spot that sends a quiver through me. I can’t believe I’m close to release again so soon. The things this man does to me are insane. His body presses against me, his groin stroking my clit with each forward thrust. My body flushes hotly as pressure builds, comes to a peak. I suck in air as I give in, letting myself go in his arms.
“Will,” I whisper, my sex clenching hard around his cock as he pistons into me. “Oh, Will.”
“I know,” he says. “Fuck, Harper, I have no idea what you’re doing to me, but I can’t hold on any longer.”
“Come with me,” I say.
Air rips from his lungs, and he throws his head back and releases. He pulses inside me, and I squeeze. He growls, and I can’t help but smile as his face twists in pleasure.
“You’re right,” I tease. The sight of him coming inside me takes my breath away. “Not pretty.”
He’s frowning, but humor dances in his eyes when they meet mine. “Careful, or I won’t fuck you anymore.”
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nbsp; I stretch after the most satisfying sex of my life, and Will pulls out of me and rolls to the side. “Oh yeah, not even if I do this?” I flip to my stomach and lift my ass up slightly, a vicious tease.
His growl is low and deep, and I smile, loving that I can do this to him. “If you do that, I’m going to fuck you right here.” He gently runs his finger along my crevice. I shiver beneath his touch.
He flips me over and presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back slowly, languidly, like we’ve been kissing like this for years. He flattens himself beside me and slides his hand down my arm. I shift to face him, then take his hand in mine and turn it over.
“Why all the calluses?” I stroke them gently.
There’s a softness on his face, like I just sent his thoughts elsewhere, when he says, “Habitat for Humanity.”
My heart misses a beat. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just…” I let my voice fall off. What am I supposed to say—that I thought all rich people cared only about money? Could he really be that good of a guy?
“My dad started volunteering when I was young, and as soon as I could carry a hammer, I helped. We like to give back. It’s no big deal.”
Not to him, but it’s definitely a big deal to me.
