Page 113 of Best Wrong Thing

“Inside me?”

He tuts.

“Fuck me deep and hard.”

“With pleasure.” He kisses me as he enters me.

My arse opens for him, embracing his length. I quiver around him. He thrusts deep, slow, and gentle at first, with each subsequent movement becoming harder, deeper, and faster. He plies me with kisses, sliding in and out of me. All I can do is moan, whimper, pant, and swear and return every frantic kiss with equal desire and ferocity.

“Jacob.”

I hold his chest tight against mine. Our hearts crash in time with one another. He slams into me, pouring every ounce of his desire for me into the act of making love to me. Every groan and grunt he makes turns me on more. Every kiss brings me closer to the brink. And when he looks into my eyes, I come undone completely. Love and need swirl in his dark eyes. This is the man I want to be with. Now. Tomorrow. Always.

“Oh, fuck!”

My orgasm hits me. He kisses me through it, thrusting hard and fast. I lie, trembling and gasping as he reaches his climax. He stares into my eyes as he comes. The moment his ecstasy passes, he kisses me again and relaxes on top of me. I unfold my legs, stretching them, and hook my ankles over his calves.

“That was great.” I stroke his sweaty shoulder.

“As good a workout as running and swimming?”

I chuckle. “Maybe not, but it was more fun. Do we need to get up?”

“Not yet. I’d planned on you wanting to exercise for an hour.”

“Well, if you’re up for round two—” I wink.

“I’m exhausted.”

“You did do most of the work.”

He arches an eyebrow.

“Okay, almost all the work. Maybe I should go for a run after all.”

He hugs me tight. “No. Stay.”

“Needy.”

“Very.”

“Possessive.”

“Absolutely. Problem?”

“No, not at all.” I grin at the ceiling and stroke his hair. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

I pout. “I want to know.”

“You’ll find out soon. First, we cuddle. Then we shower, have breakfast, and go to the pickup point.”

“It’s a coach trip?”

“Yes.”

I purse my lips. “Where?”