Page 94 of A Real Goode Time

Ihad no power to hold back. She’d drained it out of me.

I slammed my body against hers, ripped the towel off her and let it drop to the floor. We stood skin to skin with her breasts smashed against my chest, her taut, soft core nestled against my cock, our bodies lined up perfectly. I tilted my face down, took her lips and devoured her. Demanded more. Tongues on tongues, lips moving, tangling, sliding wet and slick and warm. Her skin was so soft, so hot. I palmed her shoulders, ran my hands down her waist. Cupped her beautiful round ass in my hands.

I lifted her up and held her around my waist. Her legs scissored around my hips, her responses natural and immediate. With one arm under her ass I held her up, and I caressed her breasts with the other, kissing, kissing.

I left the water running, but I didn’t care.

I carried her to the bed.

Hard already, I could move just so, tilt, thrust, and I’d inside her.

Fuck, I needed to be there. To sink home into the woman I was falling for.

I let her fall onto the bed and hovered over her, our bodies lined up, centimeters separating my erection from her slit.

She saw the need, the impulse.

“Rhys,” she breathed.

“I know,” I whispered.

I’d heard the plea. To do it, to not do it.

She didn’t know.

She was lost in desire, but desperately trying to hold to her decision.

I slid lower. Kissing as I went, I moved down her body. Belly, hip, slit. I took her clit into my mouth and did all the things she liked the most, all at once, no mercy, no drawing it out, no letting her down and bringing her back up.

Hard and fast, I took her there.

She fell over the edge, whimpering my name, slapping a palm over her mouth, and then biting down on the edge of her hand to muffle the scream as she came.

I left her orgasming, stood up as she twisted and writhed, knees sliding against each other, rolling to the side and curling up as it shook her.

“Just a tease of what I’m going to do to you,” I told her. “Had to. Couldn’t stop myself. I’ve been dying to taste you again since we left Ohio.”

She just whimpered, nodded, trembling all over and occasionally twitching as the climax continued to shiver through her.

“Was that all the way, or a partial?” I asked.

She gulped for air, rolled to her back, flopping to sprawl out wide as I perched on the edge of the bed. “I…I don’t even know.”

“You mad?”

She lolled her head to one side. “I got a miracle of an orgasm. So…no. But one of these days, I’m gonna surprise you with a BJ at a time when you can’t give it back to me.”

“Why is that important to you?” I asked, sliding a palm over her belly, touching her just to feel her skin, her body.

A lazy shrug of a shoulder. “I dunno. It just is. I don’t want everything between us to always be a back and forth. I want to give you things, do things just because I enjoy doing it, just because I like making you feel good. Not because I know you’re going to do something to me in return.”

“Well the problem with that premise—if you can call it a problem—is that I feel the same way. I want to do…everything to you, for you. All the time. Whether I’ve gotten anything from you or not, whether I will or not.” I traced a fingertip around the darker flesh of her areola. “Just because.”

She rested a hand over mine, where it lay on her breast. “That’s what scares me about this, Rhys—that sounds an awful lot like love to me.”

“I said it, didn’t I?”

“You said you think you do.”