Chapter Nineteen #2
AJ gets to his feet. I lift my head, rest my elbows on the sheets, watching as he locates the two strips of condom packets. I have no idea what he’s feeling right now. He’s a difficult man to read. He tears off one of the foil squares, then opens it.
I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom deftly down his length, fixing it in place.
AJ puts one knee on the bed. Wordlessly, he encourages me to move up, and we reposition the pillows. Then he leans forward, resting both hands on the sheets, bracing himself, until he’s hovering above me. He lowers his mouth, granting me another sweet kiss.
‘You feelin’ ready?’ he then asks.
I love how he checks in with me. He’s between my legs, his arousal pressed up against my wet slit. I give another frantic nod, looking into his eyes.
‘Like I said before… if you wanna stop or it hurts or anything, just holler.’
‘I will.’
He looks down, lifts his hips, then uses one hand to position himself. And then he’s there, his tip at my opening, hot and insistent. I squeeze my lips together as he nudges inside.
‘Try and breathe,’ he says, and another nervous laugh escapes my mouth. He laughs gently in response. It seems he can read my reactions. I exhale, just as he says, ‘You’re doing so good.’
That he’s being so careful with me makes my heart squeeze inside my chest. I feel comfortable, so I open my legs little wider.
‘That’s it,’ he says, and he pushes. I feel a delicious stretch. ‘Good girl.’
He raises his eyes to mine. We keep eye contact as he nudges further inside.
When he’s halfway, AJ stops moving, hovering above me.
‘Am I hurting you?’ he asks.
‘No, I’m good,’ I respond.
His hips press forward. The pillow underneath me means he can go further inside me. ‘That’s it, take all of me,’ he murmurs, and moments later, he’s filled me to the hilt.
‘You okay?’ he asks, motionless.
I blink. ‘Yes.’
‘You feel incredible.’
I watch him withdraw a little, then thrust back inside. My mouth falls open. The sensation causes another wave of pleasure to go through me. It feels like the first time. I can feel how wet I am around him. But I see his biceps tremble. Then, to my disappointment, he slides out of me.
‘You mind if we try something?’ he says, rolling off me. ‘You mind if you go on top?’
My eyes widen in excitement. Any inhibitions I might have felt when he first entered my apartment are well and truly forgotten. All I want now is to please him.
I nod eagerly. AJ grins at me as I sit up and get to my feet.
I’m the student to his teacher. AJ picks up the pillows from the bed. He tosses one of them and lies down, placing one pillow behind his head.
Then he signals me to come closer.
Nervously, I straddle him, my gaze on his thick length.
‘Take it slow,’ he says, as with my help, he feeds himself back inside my body.
‘It feels deeper this way,’ I whisper.
‘You on top is a pretty spectacular view.’
I stifle a laugh. Sitting atop him, I have to adjust myself until I’m comfortable. He’s so thick, almost too big for me, and I feel full. The coy smile on his lips as he gazes up at me matches my own.
‘How’s that feel, baby? Good?’
AJ calling me ‘baby’ sends a ripple of sensations through my abdomen, turning me on, sending more molten heat to my core. ‘It feels good,’ I tell him, but it’s not enough. ‘Better than good.’
‘You know what could make you feel even better?’
I frown, because I don’t understand what he means. He reaches for my hand. He takes my fingers, guiding them to my own clit.
‘Ride me,’ he says.
His hands are on my thighs. I roll my hips just once. ‘Like this?’ I ask.
His brow creeps up his forehead, like that one small movement was a sexual revelation. ‘Exactly like that. Keep it goin’.’
I do it again. This time, his eyes close and he groans. I smile shyly, because clearly I’ve tapped into what AJ Callahan likes, and I increase the speed of my movements. When I brush my fingers against my swollen, aching clit, it sends a trail of fireworks up my back.
Us, here, together, naked in my bed, once seemed so improbable to me, but in this moment, his encouragement has made my inhibitions dissolve, and I’m overwhelmed with the desire to watch him climax.
‘Does that feel good?’ I ask, reflecting his question back to him.
Under me, his eyes fly back open. ‘Holy fuck, Hollie, yes. Don’t stop,’ he grinds out. ‘It’s so fucking good.’
I buck my hips, at the same time touching myself. He watches me, his expression concentrated. There’s a muscle flinching in his jaw, as though he’s trying to maintain some kind of control but is slowly losing his grip.
His eyes darken. I rock my hips and he meets me with an upward thrust. My fingers on my clit are bringing me closer to the precipice of another climax. Suddenly, the pair of us are making all kind of noises that I hope my neighbors can’t hear.
I keep riding him. It feels powerful, being on top, my breasts bouncing up and down. Fully naked for him, I feel sexy, despite my earlier reservations. And he clearly enjoys watching me.
Without warning, I’m close. I increase the speed of my movements. My muscles clench up and I come, the walls inside me spasming and tightening around his length. Pure, unfiltered pleasure flows through my veins. My head goes back with the explosion and my body quivers.
When I glance down at AJ, I know from the look on his face that he’s moments away from his own release. So, I keep going, and within a couple of seconds, he’s let out a tortured groan. His body shakes and trembles between my thighs, his face screwed up as he empties himself into the condom.
When it’s over, neither of us moves, the only sound in the room our mutual, ragged breaths.
I clamber off him, trying but failing to look sexy, not entirely sure what to do with myself once I’m uncoupled from him. AJ gets out of the bed and wordlessly goes to the bathroom to deal with the condom, closing the door behind him.
I’m still on the bed. If I’m honest, I’m a little stunned, and a tiny bit sore. Now that we’ve finished having sex, my awareness of being naked is heightened. I debate whether to get back onto the bed or get under the covers. Do I lie here with no clothes on?
In the end, self-consciousness dictates I don’t get dressed, but climb underneath the floral comforter, grab the pillows and put them back at the head of the bed.
While I wait, it occurs to me that, despite being late at night, AJ Callahan might feel he’s done me a favor and want to leave.
So, I grip the cotton material of the comforter, hold my breath, and anxiously await his return.