Chapter 9 #3
I reach past her to the bedside table, taking a long drink of water before coming back and staring right at her.
I run my hand through her hair, and look deep into her eyes.
So I see the moment she blinks away, like she wants to shield herself from me.
From this being personal, rather than just intimate.
Okay, fair enough. That’s our deal, and it’s the exact deal I like. It doesn’t mean we can’t recognise that we’re sharing something special. Sex can be inconsequential but still special.
‘Bailey, look at me,’ I demand, tone gruff.
She glances up, almost like she’s scared.
I press my finger against her lips and then can’t resist sliding it in, feeling the moist warmth of her mouth. My cock jerks against her and she moans, right around my finger. A little bit of my seed spills out.
‘I want to take you, hard, fast, right now. I want to make you see stars. I want to make you forget your own name.’
Another moan.
‘Yes, cowboy, yes,’ she whimpers, and I kiss her then, kiss her hard, kiss her in the way I want and need to take her, dominating her, kiss her until she sees stars and I feel them bursting through me.
Her hands drag down my back, nails digging into me, hips lifting up, begging me to take her, but I pull away, reaching to the bedside table and grabbing my wallet from the drawer.
I flip it open one-handed and reach in for a condom, bringing it to my lips and tearing it open faster than I’ve ever moved before.
Her eyes widen, watching as I stretch the rubber over my length. Her eyes follow my fingers south and stay right there, on my hard-as-fuck dick, just staring like she’s never seen a guy before. Like she wants to eat me all up.
‘Bailey,’ I warn, my voice dragged from deep within.
Her eyes jerk back to mine and she lifts her hips once more. ‘Please.’ It’s a simple but desperate cry. ‘Take me, Beau. I need you.’
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, and I hitch my tip right at her sex, my eyes on hers, as I begin to push inside, slow, steady, inch by inch, watching her.
But she’s so goddamn tight, her muscles squeeze me so hard, I almost lose it then and there.
I have to stop altogether, suck in a breath, get some control back, before I start to move again.
She says my name on a desperate groan, hungry and satiated all at once, so I push in the rest of the way, hard and fast, then just rest there, buried deep inside Bailey, both of us breathing too hard, like we’ve just been bucked off a bull.
Both of us getting used to this feeling, the newness of this.
I don’t know if she moves first or if I do, but suddenly our hips are rocking, hammering together, skin on skin, sweat beading down my spine, aches and pains forgotten as I surrender to the perfection of this, to being buried deep inside of this woman, to knowing every inch of her body, all of her, feeling her wrap around and welcome me, having her ride this wave with me.
Our fingers mesh and I push her hands over her head, holding them with one of mine, as I move over her body, each thrust making her bounce against the mattress, making her cry out a little.
She writhes beneath me, twisting, contorting, wanting, needing, and bucks her hips to take me deeper, then wraps her legs around me to keep me buried all the way inside, her voice shrieking through the room—my name, and then a plea, and finally just a moan as the waves break for her, and she’s coming again, her muscles squeezing me so hard that my control starts to slip.
But I hold on, not wanting this to be over yet.
Wanting to keep feeling her, driving her wild, eking out my own pleasure, even when I know this is just the goddamn beginning.
We have weeks to keep doing this, and there’s no way on God’s green earth I’m letting a night go by where she’s not in my bed.
Not after tonight.
I wanted her before, but knowing the euphoria of this, I am going to keep on taking what she’s offering, for as long as she’s offering, because I cannot imagine doing anything else.
‘You are perfect,’ I say, dropping my head and kissing her again.
She just groans, her body soft now. I release her hands and she moves them to my hips, holding me there, her nails digging in a little, so my muscles complain, the aches briefly resurfacing.
She must feel me wince because she stops.
When I look down, she’s staring right up at me.
I smile, and slowly she returns it. I stay like that a while, gaze fixed on her face, and then I move my hips, just once, so her eyes go wide and she trembles in response.
She arches her back, cries out, and suddenly we’re moving again, this desperate, hungry dance of ours taking over completely, so I’m pushing her back to insanity, and this time I’m chasing right after her.
This time, when she explodes, I explode right alongside her, and it’s Bailey who wraps her arms around me and puts the pieces back together when I feel like I’ve been scattered all over the room. Pleasure’s never felt so damn good.