Page 184 of Dream On

I haul him to me, our mouths flying open, tongues meeting in a chaotic, wet dance. My hands splay across his shoulder blades, a canvas of hard muscle and warm skin. His erection grinds into me, and I feel him tremble, a groan vibrating through him before he inches back, out of breath.

“I want to do this the right way,” he says, peppering kisses across my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts, down my stomach. “The way it should have been the first time.”

I arch up with a gasp, fingers curling into timeworn bedsheets when he wriggles my jeans down my hips and presses his lips to the silk lining of my underwear. “It was perfect.”

“I can do better.” He tugs the fabric down my legs and pushes my knees apart. A breath sticks in his throat as he gazes at me, spread before him, glistening with arousal. “Stevie…”

Lex drapes his body over me, and I feel his hardness pressing into my flesh through the rough denim of his jeans.

When he grinds against me, teasing me, I buckle with mounting pleasure. “I need you.”

Our eyes meet, blue on green—together, my favorite color.

Lex lifts up, caging me in with both knees as he slowly unhooks his belt buckle. The button follows, and then his zipper lowers. I watch, wetting my lips, as he shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips.

My mouth dries.

I’ve seen him before, but that moment was a blissful blur, and I never got to appreciate how perfect he is. My sex pulsates in response as he grips his erection, his eyes on me, and strokes himself up and down, pooling at the tip. A rash-like heat spreads across my skin, shock waves racing south and drenching me all over again.

In a blink, I’m tossed onto my back, springing atop the mattress as he shoves my legs open. Kicking his pants free, he takes himself in his hand and teases my entrance. I arch up, gripping the pillow under my head with both hands, feeling his slick head slip inside. I pin my bottom lip between my teeth, already feeling like I could come.

Lex falls on top of me, drawing up my blouse with both hands until it’s over my head, my staticky hair falling around us like a curtain. I lift a little, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra, and he shoves the straps down my arms until my bare breasts bounce free.

Taking one in his mouth, he moans around my nipple. I buck toward the ceiling, clawing at his upper back.

He swirls his tongue, nipping and biting, pushing my breasts together before giving attention to the other one.

“Oh God…Lex.” I’m panting, squirming, disintegrating. The base of his cock slides along my slit, sluicing me in wet arousal and rippling fireworks.

One of his hands palms my outer thigh, squeezing hard, as the other grips the headboard.

Finding my eyes, he lines himself up with my center. We stare at each other, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies damp and sticky as the wall heateradds to the crackling fire between us. My arms coil around his neck. Our noses touch.

And he slams home.

I cry out at the same time as he does.

Lex buries his face in my neck, going still, as my legs wrap around his hips, keeping us bound and tethered.

A slow, languid thrust.

Then another. Harder, deeper.

My legs hook higher, linking at his lower back, our bodies slapping together as he gains momentum, pumping in and out with frenzied strokes. The headboard rams into the wall, chipping the aged plaster. The mattress squeaks and shakes. Lex lifts his head, plunging his tongue into my mouth, tugging my lip between his teeth through heady groans. I draw nail marks on his shoulder blades, the heels of my feet gouging into him, keeping us together.

My breasts smash against his chest, nipples tight and pebbled. Sweat slicks his brow line while strands of my hair tangle between his fingers. We move and sway and dance, and he fills me, worships me, splits me into pieces until all my threads are beautifully frayed and undone.

An orgasm crests, unfurling between my legs where he spears me deep, and spreads magical firelight throughout my belly, my chest, my depleting lungs.

I come hard, shoving his face into the crook of my neck as I shatter into stardust. He thrusts into me hard, again and again, before I feel him tense up, shuddering, his cock pulsing with release, his moan stifled by the flesh of my throat. Warm heat trickles through me, a balm to the earthquake still glowing and throbbing.

We remain like that, Lex sprawled across my body, still hard and pulsing inside me, his breaths shallowing as we relish the aftermath.

Deflating with a sated whimper, I can’t help the smile from stretching as my eyes close and my body turns to dough. I slide my fingers through his damp hair, playing with the silken strands as he blows out a satisfied breath and collapses beside me on the bed.

I turn toward him. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes stormy blue. “That was just as good as the first time,” I say, wearing a dopey smile.

“Mm.” He inches closer, our lips almost touching. “But your back isn’t imprinted with piano keys.”