Time to give as good as she got. She draped herself over his naked torso and sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Then she slid down until her still-throbbing bundle of nerves discovered his hard length. He arched his hips as she dragged herself over every steely inch, and they both groaned.
“Do you have a condom, or do I need to race across the hall for one?” she asked.
“It’s been a while since I checked my stash”—he dug his heels into the bed, scooting the both of them closer to the headboard and nightstand. He managed to open the drawer, but, since it left him at a funny angle and he couldn’t quite reach without tweaking his arm, Julie took over the search.
As she blindly fumbled around, she basked in the warmth of his skin, and the way his coarse chest hair tickled her sensitive nipples. She inhaled the woodsy moss and cedar scent of his cologne, and then her fingers finally found the requisite foil square.
It crackled as she ripped it open, and the impact of what they were about to do—of eradicating that final barrier—slammed into her.
Despite the hugeness of the situation, there wasn’t even an inkling of apprehension. This was Gavin, the guy she’d grown up with. Sure, he’d taken her shovel on the beach, and they’d had their fair share of arguments, especially as kids. But he’d also attended every one of her science fairs, listened to her ramble on and on about her job, and encouraged her to reach for her dreams.
If she’d taken more into consideration when she’d first hatched her harebrained idea, in all likelihood, she would’ve realized having a fling wasn’t what would or wouldn’t make her exciting. It wouldn’t necessarily mean better, hotter sex, either.
With anyone else there’d still be awkwardness and holding back, but all this time, what she’d really been missing was someone she trusted, cared about, and could confide in.
“You have to pull it out for it to work,” Gavin said.
“Some people say you don’t need a rubber if you’re going to pull out,” she teased, wiggling the package instead of removing the condom. “And by some people, I mean whiny jackholes who think all that matters is them and their pleasure. We’ve already established that’s not you, but—”
He plucked the wrapper from her hand, and she lunged for it. “Hey. I had a whole speech.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” he said, light enough for her to avoid taking offense. He yanked her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth. With his lips and tongue wrestling her into supplication, a fevered sense of urgency destroyed everything else that existed in the world besides her, Gavin, and this bedroom.
Last second, she snatched the condom. The way he watched her roll it on amplified every sultry sensation currently coursing through her. Once she’d secured the latex in place, she lifted herself up and onto him, unable to wait one more second.
Gavin’s vise grip on her hips intensified as she slid down his shaft, and as hot as his watching her had been a moment ago, this sparked a whole new level of arousal.
A strangled noise emanated from his throat as she reached the hilt, and she let out a whimper herself as the head of his penis hit a spot so deep inside her, it did feel like they’d become one.
Then he pumped into her.
Julie’s carnal side roared to life, and she moved in time with the pistoning of his hips. Due to his size—both of his erection and in general—her psoas muscles were stretched to the limit. Seriously, how did guys do this for so long?
Maybe that’s why they all finish so fast.
Gavin grunted, and she batted away the sense of disappointment, since she’d already had an amazing orgasm. But instead of coming, he rolled. The instant her back hit the bed, he slammed into her, their hips knocking together.
A keening noise she’d never made before filled the air between them, and she gathered fistfuls of the sheets in both hands, sure she’d float away if she didn’t. Gavin’s gaze latched on to hers, and the image of him over her, beads of sweat pricking his forehead as he lost himself inside her, would be seared in her mind forever.
“Damn, you feel amazing.” Gavin twined his fingers with hers and pinned her hands to the mattress. “You’re perfect. This is perfect.”
“Yeah, this,” she rasped. “This is exactly what I needed.”
Fire replaced the blood in her veins, and she gave herself over to the decadent burn. Every thrust, every meeting of their abdomens fueled the flames until the inferno nearly overwhelmed her.
And then she could sense the mythical unicorn of orgasms building—the elusive vaginal kind she’d suspected might not be a possibility for her. She was almost afraid to move or breathe in case she chased it away, but her legs began to quiver, and she dug her fingernails into his biceps. “I’m so close, Gavin.”
“What do you need to push you over?” he asked.
After a second of hesitation, she went all in. “Um, you could pull my hair a little?”
A roguish smile spread across his face. “Gladly.” Pins and needles coursed over her scalp as he pushed his fingers into her loose curls. He wound a section of hair around his fist, and she basked in the prickle of pleasure and pain.
One more sharp tug, and she plunged into the abyss, crying out Gavin’s name as the world fell out from underneath her. Thanks to the iron fingers on her wrist and twined in her hair, she relinquished control, unafraid of hitting bottom.
A handful of seconds—or maybe even minutes?—later, her soul returned from its metaphysical journey. She beamed at the ridiculously attractive man who’d sent her there. “Mmmm, that was amazing. Now, what do you need?”
“You,” he said, sinking deeper into her and inclining his head to kiss her lips. “Just you.”
…
As much as conditioning sucked, Gavin was grateful for his, as well as his self-control. He hadn’t been entirely prepared for how amazingly well he and Julie fit together, and for one stressful instant, he’d been afraid he’d end up being another disappointing lay for her.
Determined not to let that happen, he’d called upon his training and told himself to make it through the fucking game. As she’d come, her walls had clenched so tightly, he’d barely survived. But being able to watch the show had been worth the wait and then some.
A quick switch-up of angles, and black dots danced across his vision. Every ounce of his blood rushed south, and pressure built and built as he pumped into her.
Julie wrapped her legs around his waist, every part of her squeezing that much harder.
Her lips touched his, and then boom, detonation. Gratification flowed, each wave more overpowering than the last. He emptied himself, riding the aftershock of his release until his bones became rubble and debris and nothing else existed but him and Julie.