Chapter Twenty-Five
Taylor
At first I’m confused why Todd’s kissing me, but then I realize he’s trying to distract me, and I decide I’m going to let him.
I pull him into the bed on top of me, only breaking our connection to tug his shirt over his head. Then, raking my nails down his chest, I reach for the waistband of his shorts.
“Don’t you think we should slow down?” he asks.
“I’ve been going slow for twenty-one years,” I reply, finding his gaze in the darkened room. “Please . . . I want to feel something other than pity . . .”
His head bows, heaving a sigh. “Okay, but we’re doing this my way.”
“You’re the boss.”
He laughs darkly as he takes my nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue. His hand slides between my legs, and he strokes my clit with his thumb while thrusting two fingers inside me.
It’s all too much too fast and my orgasm comes out of nowhere, stealing my breath.
Before I can catch it, his lips are at my mound, and his fingers are still moving within me.
His tongue picks up where his thumb left off, flicking my clit with consistent pressure.
I fall over the edge again, minutes later, with the fleeting thought that I just had my first orgasm three weeks ago, and now I’m having multiples.
“How you feeling now?” he asks, climbing back up my body.
“I don’t think I could describe it if I tried.”
He chuckles, curling his body around mine. “You’re so pretty when you come.”
My stomach flips, latching onto the fact he thinks I’m pretty—in some way at least.
I roll over to face him. “What’s next, Boss?”
“We can stop here—”
“No, I want you . . .” I looked at him through my lashes. “Don’t you want to?”
“I do—I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later . . .”
“I could never regret it. You’re my best friend, the one good thing in my life . . .”
“If you’re sure.”
“Positive.”
“Okay . . .” He nods quickly. “What are we using for protection? I have condoms in my room.”
“I’m on the pill and obviously I don’t have any STIs.”
“I don’t either. I got tested after Samantha and there hasn’t been anyone since.”
I wet my lips. “Then we don’t really need one, do we?”
“No . . .” His voice is barely above a whisper as he strokes my hair.
I kiss him, needing to break the tension between us. He returns it, positioning me back beneath him.
“Are you still wet for me?” he asks, rubbing his finger over my clit again.
“I’m sure I am.”
He backs up, kneeling on the bed, then pulls me by the legs, hooking them over his thighs. Replacing his finger with his cock, he rubs it up and down my slit before notching it at my entrance. Eyes on mine, he pushes in slowly and my jaw drops.
Despite my two orgasms, there’s still a slight burning sensation as he stretches me.
“Okay?” he asks when he’s all the way in.
I nod. “Just move.”
He does and a little pain continues, but there’s also some pleasure—not enough to get me to come again, but enough to make it a possibility in the future.
Todd breathes heavily as he pumps into me, one thumb bouncing on my clit, the other rolling my nipple with his forefinger. His eyes are scrunched closed in intense focus, and my heart flutters, knowing he’s trying everything to make this good for me.
I see the moment he loses the battle with himself and comes, all the tension in his face disappears, and his cock pulses inside me.
His head bows as he pulls out. “How was . . . did you . . ?”
“It was nice—enjoyable.”
“But you didn’t—”
“It’s okay, I did before.”
He swallows his lips. “Are you close? I can—”
I grab his hand. “I’m actually really sensitive down there right now and it’s honestly fine—it was better than I expected my first time to be.”
His expression remains pinched, and I can tell he’s not convinced.
I tug his arm, wanting him to lie beside me. “Hey, you said this was about me, right?”
“Mm-hm.”
“So then stop making it about you not making me come. You know penetration isn’t the best way to make it happen anyway.”
“Yeah but I—”
“That sounds like a you problem,” I say pointedly.
He sighs. “You’re right.”
I roll on top of him, straddling his waist. “Damn right I am.”
He finally smiles, holding my face in his hands, and my next words get lodged in my throat.
So I kiss him instead and then fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.