Page 38 of Just (Fake) Married (Calloways vs. McGraws #1)

I figured out how to make the other part work, the part that covered her clit.

I pressed the button with my thumb and she nearly flew off the bed.

Her hand clamped over mine and I thought it was too much and maybe I was hurting her, but she held my hand tight against her.

Fucking herself against the vibrator until she went stiff all over and I felt her orgasm against the knuckles of my hand.

When the last wave pulsed through her, I pulled the vibrator out and fell to my knees beside the bed, getting my mouth on her.

She winced and jerked away, so I was gentle. Careful. Blowing on her, using the flat of my tongue, staying away from her clit. I just wanted to taste her like this.

After a long second, she pulled on my hair and reluctantly I lifted my head. “There are condoms,” she said. “In the back pocket of my jeans.”

I had a million more plans, but my brain immediately forgot all of them. Now, I had one plan. Get the fuck inside of her as fast as I could.

I untangled her jeans from mine and pulled the silver swatch of condoms from her pocket.

I tore one off, ripped it open and slid it down over my dick. On the bed, she had one arm under her breasts, her other hand between her legs, slowly trailing up and down the lips of her pussy. She was dazed and soft and replete and I was going to fuck her into another plane of existence.

I braced my knee on the edge of her bed and pushed her legs out wide. She scootched herself further up on the bed and her eyes watched me.

I put one hand beside her shoulder and the other I used to notch myself against her pussy. The incendiary heat and wet of her body bathed the head of my cock and nearly made me come. I took a deep breath and then another, trying to get myself under control.

“Come on,” she breathed, arching up against me, taking me inch by inch. “Please, Ethan.”

Well, it was a stronger man than me who could resist this woman begging. I slid into her, pushing her leg back so I got as deep as I could. I pushed her leg more, curling her up on herself and I pulled out and fucked back into her. Deep. Hard.

This was…fuck. I ducked my head. The current had me. I had plans, damn it. I was going to make her come a million times, a million ways, but all I could do was crawl up on that bed, her legs bent against my chest, my hands gripping the other side of the mattress over her head.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back again. “Ethan.”

“Too much?” I asked, gritting my teeth, bowing my head so I could suck her nipple into my mouth. “Fuck. Harmony. Is it-”

“So good,” she cried. “So fucking good. Please. Please.”

It was nonsense after that. She was begging and I was telling her she was fucking perfect. Her pussy was so good. She was wet and hot and I could feel the clench of her belly and her ass as she tried to get more of me.

I braced one hand on the back of her thigh, right behind her knee and got up on my knees. My other hand I put around her throat. Not tight. Not hard.

Apparently, from the way she reacted, just enough.

She exploded against me, her pussy clenched hard around my cock.

It could have been a second. It could have been twenty minutes, I had no idea.

But when she finally came back to her body, replete and boneless, I pushed both her legs up and wide, watching my cock disappear into her body.

She was so wet it was all over my thighs.

I wanted more. I wanted all of it.

I tried to wrestle control over my orgasm, but she reached up and touched my face, her thumb sliding over my lips. I sucked her thumb into my mouth and met her eyes.

“Come,” she whispered. “I want to see you come.”

All my control was gone. The words weren’t even out of her mouth and the orgasm had me by its teeth. I was powerless against her command and my body took over.

It was, without a doubt, the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I could in fact say, that anything before this couldn’t even be called sex.

This…us…we were something else.

I collapsed, trying to keep my weight off of her, but she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, and I felt the shake and tremble of her body. I looked up, worried she might be crying. Was I too rough? That neck thing? Too much?

But she was laughing. Wiping tears from her eyes. “We are so good at this!” she cried.

“We really are,” I said, and fell over on my side. I landed on the vibrator and pulled it out from under my ass. “That was pretty awesome.”

“I would never…” she shook her head, wiping tears out from under her eyes. “I would never have done that with someone.”

I leaned over and pressed a big sucking kiss on her neck and her shoulder. And then I stood up and headed to the bathroom to take care of the condom and get her a glass of water and a washcloth.

I half expected her to be gone again when I came back. All that wild intimacy, shoved down and hidden as she ran out of the room without eye contact. But she was right where I left her. Limp and sprawled across the bed.

I drank half the glass of water and set the rest of it on the table, and then I pressed the washcloth between her legs. She sighed and closed her legs around my hand and the warm wash cloth.

“That feels good,” she said. She rolled her head to look at me. “Is there more wine?” she asked. I nodded and brushed some hair off her forehead. I wanted to take care of her. This tough, smart, funny woman who took care of everyone else.

“Drink the water,” I told her. “And I’ll pour you some wine.”

I put the water in her hand and she sat up so it didn’t spill everywhere. I went back to the desk to pour us each a glass of wine. When I came back to the bed, she turned herself around so she was sitting with her back to the headboard. She still held the wash cloth between her legs.

I handed her the wine glasses and went back to throw another log on the fire.

I turned back and she was watching me with such feminine appreciation, that my cock, exhausted a second ago, noticed and wanted an encore. I ran my hand over it, like I could teach it some manners and she watched that too.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to be flat on your back again.”

She removed the washcloth and put it on the bedside table. She took a sip of wine and got up on her knees. “I think it’s your turn to be flat on your back,” she said.

I wasn’t about to argue. She could have me any way she wanted me.