Chapter 4 #3
“I did,” she said, leaning in and kissing him just there, right on the peak of that mountain.
Then she kissed up his neck, her hands moving to the front of his jeans, working his belt, undoing it, undoing the button on his jeans and drawing down the zipper.
She got him naked quickly, and he wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her ass as he drew her up against his body.
“I got tested,” she said. “You know, after the breakup. Because I didn’t trust anything. And I have an IUD.”
He nodded slowly. It was a trust thing. And he wasn’t sure they knew each other well enough to play those kinds of games, but he was horny enough that he was going to do it anyway.
He hadn’t been with anybody in years, and after the bullshit that he had gotten up to, he had gotten every test imaginable for a couple years after, just to make sure that he hadn’t done any irreversible damage to his body.
“I’m good,” he said. “I swear.”
“I trust you,” she said. “I’m not really sure why. I couldn’t trust the man that I was with for five years. But I trust you. Maybe because you didn’t have to tell me all that, but you did.”
Something twisted hard inside his gut, and he laid her down on the bed then, groaning as he settled between her thighs, but he couldn’t take her just yet. He couldn’t...
She wiggled out from underneath him, and he sat up. Then she shoved his shoulder down, moving him onto his back, kissing her way down his body and right to his–.
“Shit,” he said, grabbing her hair as she sucked him in deep.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, moaning as she tasted him.
Pleasure like fire worked its way through his body, and he really thought he was going to die.
“Laney,” he gasped. “I need... Laney, I don’t want to finish like this.”
“Neither do I,” she said. “But you’re not the only one who knows how to ride the edge.”
She licked him then, traced the head of his cock with her tongue before taking him in again, and he gripped the blankets, praying that he didn’t end this too quickly.
She kept on going until he was shaking.
And then she kissed her way back up his body, straddled him, and took him inside her, slowly.
He cursed as he sank into her, inch by inch.
As she began to flex her body forward, riding him like she was an expert cowgirl.
He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, and he was grateful that she had mounted him, because if it was the other way around, he would have lost it.
Would have taken her so hard and fast. It would have been over in an instant, but it was better that she get to set the tempo.
Better that she get to make it what she wanted.
When he looked up, he felt like he had been slugged in the gut. The view of her, riding him like that, her gorgeous body above him, was enough to send him into orbit. But he did his best to hold on.
Ten years.
Ten years since he had been inside of a woman. And he couldn’t even remember it.
Not really.
This was like something new. In that sense, maybe he was a born-again virgin.
Doing this sober, because he wanted to, not just because he wanted oblivion, not just because he wanted sex, but because he wanted her.
Because he hadn’t been able to resist her anymore.
Wanting her had been a sweet kind of torture. Giving in was sweeter still.
It was half wild ecstasy, half pain, and it was all incredible.
She planted her hands on his chest, lowering her head as she groaned, trembling, and he could feel her internal muscles start to pulse around him.
He growled, tightening his hold on her hips, thrusting up inside of her, letting himself claim everything he wanted. Letting himself lose control.
Until he reached the edge of his own control, growling, coming hard with her name on his lips.
Then he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, pulled her underneath him, traced her lips with his thumb as he looked into her eyes.
And that felt good too. Just being inside her, the aftermath of what had just happened washing over him. And then it was quiet. And it was just the sound of his heart beating in his own ears. She let out a long sigh and rested her head against his chest.
“Thank you,” she said. “That was great.”
“Yeah. It was.”
“Do you think it could be... not a one-night stand?”
It had better not be just once. That wouldn’t work for him at all.
“Yeah, I would prefer that,” he said.
She laughed. “These are just the kinds of bargains people make when they want more sex. It’s probably a bad idea.”
“Probably. But it’s been a minute since I had a bad idea. And this one doesn’t feel like it’ll send me to rock bottom.”
She snickered, laughing against his chest.
“Glad it worked for you.”
“We still have a gingerbread house to fix,” she said.
“Well, let’s get up and get dressed. I’ve got more work left in me.”
He helped finish up the gingerbread house, and then they went back upstairs for round two.
And by the time he slunk back into his house, it was five a.m., and Chloe was just emerging from her bedroom.
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, Dad,” she said. “Is this a walk of shame?”
“No, it’s not,” he said. “Because I’m not the least bit ashamed.”
He disappeared into his bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment. Then he changed his clothes, and headed out to work with no sleep, and his body buzzing.