Page 41 of Definitely Not a Thing

It just felt…good.

Amazing, actually, to have Calvin’s hand pushing those little shorts aside to sink fingers into me while his tongue was in my mouth.

That little sound he made, that satisfied grunt over how wet I was, how warm?

That was pretty damn good too, butnothingcompared to his“goddamn”in my ear once that condom was on, our clothes were off, and he was finally buried inside me.

Thatreallydid something for me, somethingreally fucking good, and so did every deep, firm stroke that followed.

Because of his height, I was barely on the counter – more like it was a backup surface in case my arms got tired of hanging on for dear life while he stroked.

Tongue on my neck.

Fingers on my clit.

Every stroke of every thing, as a whole and individually… blissful.

Truly.

At some point, I started begging – for what, I didn’t even know, there was just sound pouring out of my mouth until he brought his lips to mine, kissing me between reassurances of, “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

He… knew?

What the fuck did he know?

That I needed this?

That this might be the best I’d ever been fucked?

That I wasrighton the verge of coming unglued beneath him?

How did he know?

My nails dug a little harder into his skin with every roll of his hips, thighs gripped tighter on every push, trying to pull him deeper.

He chuckled against my lips. “I’m trying not to hurt you,” he grunted.

“I think you’re being stingy,” I challenged.

He stopped moving.

Smirked.

Unhooked my legs from his waist to prop on his shoulders instead.

And then touched my back… from inside of me.

At least, that’s what it felt like at first, so painfully deep for that half-second that I wanted to push him off me.

“Breathe,”he demanded, with his hands caressing my thighs as he pulled back. “I’ve got you.”

With my fingers latched onto his arms, I did as I was told.

I breathed.

I relaxed.

When he sank into me again, it was just as deep, but my body was more accepting, honing into the contact from every nerve ending. The pull backward felt like a loss, making me clench around him to urge him not to go too far away. The re-entry was…shit…tear-inducing in pleasure, his dick coaxing me right back to the threshold of that coveted sweet spot.