“My turn.” Reaching out, I slide my hand beneath his lounge pants and stroke his hard length over his boxer briefs.
“Fuck, Aspen. You’re killing me here, sweetheart.”
“Not until I get this,” I say, squeezing his cock.
“You sure?”
“Less talking. More fucking, Riggins.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He manages to strip in record time in our little fort and settles between my thighs. He leans in, his hard cock rubbing against the wetness of my orgasm. “Shit,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine.
“What? What shit? You can’t back out now, Conrad Riggins.” My tone is half scolding, half accusing.
“No. I’m not. It’s just that I don’t have protection.”
“You’re a Riggins.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He laughs.
“I mean that isn’t this your thing? Hooking up? Were you not a boy scout?” I add, making him laugh harder.
“Hooking up is not my thing. I’ve hooked up, but it’s not a thing. I don’t have a new woman in my bed every night, and no, I wasn’t a boy scout. None of us were.”
“Huh,” I muse, and he shakes his head in amusement. “So that means this is a no go?”
“I’m afraid so.” There’s disappointment in his tone, and I feel it deep in my soul.
“What if I told you I was on the pill?”
“I’d tell you that I’m going to need more information than that.”
“Like what?”
“Like what are you saying, Aspen? You want me to be inside of you bare?” He chokes back the final word.
“I’m clean.”
“I never doubted that you weren’t.”
“I’ve only slept with two other people. Both were in relationships.”
“I don’t need your dating history.”
“Then what do you need?”
“A minute.”
“A minute?”
“Yes, beautiful. I need a minute. The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, ever had the privilege to have my hands on has just told me I can have her bare. I’m trying to get my shit under control.”
“You don’t have to—I mean, no pressure.”
“Aspen.” He leans in close. His cock rests against my belly, and his eyes bore into mine. “I want you. I want to. It’s just a first for me, and I know as soon as I slide inside you, I’m going to lose control.”
“You already took care of me.”
“That’s not how this works, babe. You come before me and with me. Always.”
“That’s not possible, Conrad. Be reasonable.”
He quirks a brow, daring me to argue his point. “So, how do we fix this?”
“You’re sure you want me bare?”
The way he asks has me wanting to reach between us and guide him inside me right this second. “I’m sure. We’re protected.”
He nods. “I’ll take it from there.” His lips press to mine, and then he’s gone. I miss the heat of his body, and I’m too focused on the loss of his heat to realize his plan until I feel his hands grip my thighs and his mouth cover my clit.
“Conrad!” I call out in both surprise and lust. He doesn’t stop. He devours me like a man who hasn’t eaten in days. When he pushes one digit inside me, my body convulses around his finger. “Sensitive,” I pant.
“Mmm,” he moans, and I feel the sound from my head to my toes.
My hands are buried in his hair as I hold him to me. I need more. I need all he’s willing to give me. I’m ready to beg for… I’m not sure what, but I hold steady, letting him have control. He’s doing a stellar job without my instruction. My grip tightens on his hair, and I realize that I may be hurting him, so I force myself to release my hold on his locks and grip the sheets instead. He sucks harder at my clit, and I feel the tell-tale signs that my second orgasm of the night is close, when all of a sudden, he’s gone. His mouth. His hands, all gone.
“Con—” I don’t get to finish when he pushes inside me. Full. I feel so full, deliciously so. My hands that were gripping the sheets bury into his back as I lock my legs around his waist and hold on for the ride.
Chapter 12
Conrad
Fuck me.
I knew she would feel like heaven. However, I was in no way prepared for the actual experience—the feel of her heat, the silky smoothness of her body gripping mine like a vise. I’m buried as deep as I can go, and I’m afraid to move. I can’t move. I’m sure I’ll come with one more stroke. I need to breathe.
Just breathe, Riggins.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back to the ceiling of our fort and take a deep breath, slowly exhaling. That helped—a little. Lowering my head, I open my eyes, and what I see has me gritting my teeth. Aspen beneath me, her hair mussed, her lips swollen from our kisses. Her body flushed from her release, perky tits just begging for my mouth.
Her hands move from where they’re buried in my back to frame my face. “You with me?”
I’m more than with you, baby. “I’m right here,” I assure her.
She pulls me into a kiss. “Move, Con,” she whispers against my lips.
Never one to disappoint, I pull out and push back in. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. Never has a woman ever felt this good. Never. I want this to last forever, but I know the way my cock is throbbing inside her that it’s not going to, no matter how hard I try to make it happen. If you can’t beat them, you join them, right?
“Hold on to me,” I instruct, and she does exactly as she’s told, her hands gripping my back. Her nails dig in, and that only lights the fire inside me to flame even higher. “You’re perfect.” I drop a kiss to her lips and pull out, then push back in. This time I don’t stop as I set a steady pace of my hips rocking with her as I slide my cock in and out of her over and over.
My spine starts to tingle. That, mixed with the sting from the dig of her nails against my back and the vise that is her pussy is too much. With one more long, deep stroke, I still, spilling over inside her. She calls out my name. At the same time, hers falls from my lips.
Heaven.
This has to be what heaven feels like. Aspen’s pussy is heaven. That’s the only explanation. Knowing I need to separate us so she can clean up, I begrudgingly slide out of her and lie next to her, pulling her into my embrace.
“You’re incredible,” I declare, kissing her temple.
She taps her hands against my chest. “That,” she says, still groggy from her orgasm.
I know we need to get cleaned up, but I need just a few more minutes with her in my arms. I don’t know what will happen when we break this trance we’re in, and I need this. I need her. That’s a shocking realization. I’ve never needed a woman in my life. Never liked one enough to think about keeping her around. Aspen has changed that.
“Babe, I need to go grab something to clean you up with.”
“Shower.”
“The only way you’re going to shower is if I’m in there with you. I need you close right now.”