“What? Why?” I fought for air.
“You’ll see.”
Then he started again. Each time I got close, he stopped.
“You’re torturing me.”
“I said I’d make you scream and I’m making good on that.”
Time vanished as the cycle went on. My vocabulary consisted of “Yessss,” and “Oh, God, oh, God.”
Until it happened. And by it, I mean the bed spun out of control as every single nerve ending ignited and tossed me into a vortex. I screamed. I wasn’t sure what I said or how long it lasted, but when it ended, I was chewing on a pillow and drool ran down my chin.
“Fuck. What the hell was that?”
“An orgasm.”
I threw my pillow at him. “Stop it. I know that, but what kind?”
“It’s called edging. I took you to the edge over and over until the time was right, then bam.”
“You bammed me to orbit and back.”
“Good. Glad you liked it.”
Rolling to my side, I asked, “I screamed, didn’t I?”
“Uh, I’d say so.”
I fell back. “Was I loud and obnoxious?”
“No, you were sexy. But I did hand you the pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t call the cops.”
“Really? I was that loud?”
“It’s my fault. I did it to you.” Then he popped up, grabbed his pants and pulled out his wallet. All of a sudden, he ran, took a flying leap, and landed on a heap on the bed.
“Wow, someone is in a good mood.”
“You know it, because now it’s my turn to scream.”
Was he serious?
Chapter Thirty
Tristian
To say that English looked like I’d just donned a clown’s wig on my head for fun was an understatement. I cracked up. “Of course. I always scream when I fuck.”
“Um, okay.”
“English, I’m kidding. But you might be the one who brings me to my knees.”
Her sober expression had me kissing her luscious mouth. She was an absolute goddess and was unaware. Long wavy locks spread across the pillows as her body stretched out spreadeagle. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her creamy flesh. She was flawless in every way.
My wallet lay on the bed, so I opened it and pulled out a condom. “Would you care to do the honors?”
“Okay, but make sure I do it right.”
“It’s easy. Tear open the packet.”
“I know that much, smartass.”
“Pull out the condom.”
“Okay, if you’re going to be such an ass, you do it.”
“Pleeease.” I kissed her.
“Give it to me.” She opened it with care, pulled it out and I shifted to give her access to my dick. I was beyond hard and ready for her, hoping I lasted longer than a few minutes. I took her shaking hand and assisted her.
“Not too hard, huh?”
“On the contrary. I’d say you’re very hard.” She winked.
“And I’m going to show you exactly how hard I am.”
“Can you go slow? It’s been a long time.”
I touched her forehead with mine. “We’ll go as slow as you want. You can set the pace. Would you rather be on top?”
“No! This is good.”
“English, I don’t want good. I want perfect with you. We can stop if it doesn’t feel right. You only have to say the word.”
“I want this.”
“Okay.”
Inching in, I took it slow. With each tiny thrust, I gauged her reaction to know what my next step would be. Soft moans told me I was on target. I was finally fully seated. She was soaked, so I wasn’t hesitant, but asked her first. “You okay?”
“Perfect.”
“What I wanted to hear.”
“Rock my world again.”
That was my plan. She was certainly rocking mine. I stared at her beautiful face as I pumped in and out of her. My body rested on one arm, freeing the other to caress her breasts and body. When I was close, I reached for her clit, making her come just as I did. Then we kissed. I pushed my fingers through her blonde curls and smiled. “Well?” She furrowed her brow, so I massaged it. “Did I rock your world?”
“Yes, but I had to concentrate on not screaming.”
“You can always bite me.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “Love bites are sexy, especially if they’re from you.” She flushed a lovely shade of pink. “You’re not fond of compliments, are you?”
“It’s not that. It’s just I’m not used to them.”
“Then get used to them because I plan to dole them out a lot.”
“Why weren’t you this happy when we first met?” she asked.
“Good question. I didn’t have much to be happy about, other than work. My family life was nonexistent, I’d just moved back here so I didn’t have much of a social life to speak of, so yeah. Not much to smile about.”
“And now?” Blue-green eyes pierced me.
“Things are looking up. I have you now.”
“Do you really think we have a chance?”
“I honestly do. I think we have a lot in common, and will find even more as time goes on.”
“What if we don’t work?”
Caressing her cheek, I said, “I refuse to think in those terms. But remember we’ll draw up a contract. You can put in it whatever you want.”
Her eyes darted away. Then she said, “All I want is for Easton not to get hurt.”
“I want the same. Let’s do our best to make that happen.”
“Gosh, this is so fast.”
“Sometimes things happen fast for a reason. You know when you know.”
“Do you? Really?”
I kissed her cheek. “Yes, you do. And the two of us can make this work. I am convinced of it.”
“Okay. But promise me if anything is going wrong, we talk about it. We have to keep the channels of communication open. No guessing what’s happening or mind-reading.”
“Agreed. Shall we kiss on it?”
She snickered. “I was hoping for more.”
“That can be arranged.”
Hours later we emerged from her room and went downstairs for a snack.
“I have lots of cookies.”
“Do you have whipped cream?”
“Of course.”
We ate cookies, milk, and whipped cream and it took me back to my youth. I reminisced out loud. “I had a shitty childhood. We all went to boarding school because my mother didn’t want to raise us. But before we went, we were at home, each raised by nannies. Mine was so-so, but my older brother’s was great. She would sneak us cookies and milk and those were the best times I remember. My dad traveled a lot for business so we were stuck at home with my mother, who never wanted kids.”
English’s hand covered her chest. “That’s awful. Why did your mother have any kids at all?”
“My dad wanted them. He knew how she was before they married and promised her we would go to boarding school when we were ten and that the nannies would do all the work.”