Like he's savoring it.
Like he—
Fuck.
He flicks his tongue against my clit.
My legs fight his hands.
He pins me harder. He pries my thighs apart. Keeps them pressed against the edge of the bed.
It's strange, feeling this vulnerable with some guy I barely know.
Good.
But strange.
Every flick of his tongue pushes away my concerns. My nerves fade. I forget that I barely know him. I forget the last few months. And the three years before that. I forget everything but his soft, wet mouth against me.
Mmm.
I tug at his hair.
Buck my hips against his mouth.
He holds me in place. Groans against me. Licks me hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Up. Down. Left. There.
"Fuck." My thighs fight his hands.
He scrapes his nails against my skin. He has me pinned. He's in control. I shouldn't like it—I never like that kind of thing—but I do.
"Walker." I buck against his mouth.
He stays on just the spot. Licks me with long, soft strokes. Then harder. Harder.
There.
"Don't stop," I breathe.
He doesn't.
He keeps that same rhythm. That same speed.
Tension pools in my sex.
It's intense. Different. Good different.
He takes me higher. Winds me tighter. I tug at his hair, holding his mouth against me.
Almost.
There.
The next flick of his tongue pushes me over the edge.
I groan his name as I come.
My sex pulses. Everything goes white, this beautiful, bright, blinding shade of pleasure. It's the only thing in my world. The only thing in the universe.
He's still going.
Licking me with those hard, steady strokes.
It's intense. Too intense.
I tug at his hair. "Fuck me. Now."
He pulls away. Nips at my thigh. Pushes himself to his feet.
I watch as he tosses his t-shirt over his head.
Pulls a condom from his back pocket.
Unzips his jeans and slides them—and his boxers—to his feet.
Fuck.
He's big.
And it's been a long time.
He stares down at me as he tears the wrapper and slides the condom over his cock. "Turn over."
I stare back at him.
"Please." His voice is heavy. Needy. Like he's not sure if he wants to tease me or tease me.
I push myself up.
He brings his hands to my legs. Helps me flip over. Onto my hands and knees.
I plant my feet on the floor. Arch my back to bring my ass into the air.
"Fuck, Iris." He drags his fingertips over my sex. "You always get this wet?"
My response is a groan.
God, that's hot. How can five words be that hot?
He teases me with one finger.
Then two.
I clutch at the sheets to stay upright.
That feels good.
Too good.
I need him inside me. His fingers. His cock. His everything.
I need it too much. The way I used to need—
"You like it rough?" He slides one finger inside me. Then two.
Fuck.
My eyelids flutter together.
I rock my hips. Rise onto my tiptoes.
How do I like it?
I don't even know.
I always went along with whatever Ross wanted.
He pushes his fingers inside me. It's slow. Deep. Intense.
"Slow at first." I swallow hard. How does he talk about this stuff so casually?
I mean, I appreciate his excellent communication skills.
And how much his dirty talk sets me on fire.
But I can't return it. Not with that kind of confidence.
"Then harder." I rock my hips.
He murmurs a yes as he drives his fingers inside me.
It feels good. But I need more.
"Fuck me," I breathe.
"This first." He drives his fingers into me. Again. Again. Again.
It pushes me toward the edge.
Fills me with this strange mix of satisfaction and need.
It's good.
But I need him inside me.
"Walker. Please." I arch my hips. Heel—toe my feet to spread my legs. "I need you inside me."
He lets out a low heavy groan and brings his hands to my hips. He holds me steady as he brings his body onto mine.
His tip strains against me.
Desire floods my senses. Yes. More. Everything.
He pulls back and does it again.
Again.
Again.
I dig my fingers into the sheets. I rise onto my tiptoes. I get dizzy from anticipation.
"More." I push aside my inhibitions. "Harder."
His fingers dig into my hips.
He thrusts into me full force.
Fuck. He's big. It's intense. But good intense.
He holds me in place as he pulls back and drives into me again.
Again.
He fills me with deep, steady thrusts.
Each winds me up. Each sends bliss to my fingers and toes.
He slides one hand around my hip and slips it between my legs.
He rubs my clit with his thumb as he drives into me.
Damn. That's intense.
He's good at this.
Way too good at this.
It defies explanation.
But then logic isn't all that interesting at the moment.
I…
He…
His thumb finds just the right spot.
"There," I breathe.
His groans fill the room as he drives into me. As he rubs me right where I need him.
He's bringing me all this pleasure. And it's making him groan. And he…
Fuck.
His name rolls off my lips.
It makes his groan lower. Louder.
The tension in my sex builds with every thrust and brush of his thumb.
It winds tighter and tighter.
"Harder," I breathe.
He digs his nails into my thigh as he drives into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Mmm.
A few more thrusts and I'm there.
All that tension winds tighter than I can take. Then everything releases.
A wave of pleasure rocks through me.
My sex pulses. It pulls him closer. Makes him groan.
I moan his name as I come.
My grip on the sheets releases. My arms go slack.
"On your back." He pushes me flat on the bed.
I spread my arms. My legs. Arch my back.
He places his body on top of mine. One hand on my hip. The other on my shoulder.
With one quick motion, he drives inside me.
The weight of him pushes me into the bed.
It feels good. Safe. Comforting.
It's just physical. Just sex. It doesn't mean anything. You're never going to see him again.
I can't push the thoughts away.
This is too intimate. Too good.
I rock my hips to meet him.
He drives into me.
His movements get faster.
He loses control of his breath. Pulls me closer. Groans into my neck.
He's almost there.
And I need him there.
"Come for me." The words fall off my lips. A wave of nerves follow, but they disappear with his next thrust.
I can dirty talk.
At least when it's someone I'll never see again.
It makes him groan.
And go harder.
And pull me closer.
A few more thrusts and he's there. He shakes and shudders and groans my name as he comes.
He pulses inside me.
It's satisfying in a way it never has been.