His head felt like it was going to explode as they moved together. The room was filled with the sounds of the mattress jiggling, the frame banging against the wall, their skin slapping together. The primal grunts he was making and her helpless sounds of pleasure.
Soon she was so far gone that she was clawing lines down the bare skin of his back, her hands under his shirt. She froze, all her muscles clamping down. Then she shook through an orgasm with a loud, extended moan.
It was the hottest thing he’d ever heard, seen. The look of perfect satisfaction washing over her face. And it pushed him into his own climax before he realized it was happening.
He let out a choked bellow as he jerked a few last times, the spasms of pleasure rushing through him like a tidal wave.
They were both panting and still clinging to each other as they shook through the aftershocks. He almost collapsed at the release of so much tension, but he managed to hold himself up above her on slightly shaky arms.
She was unwinding her legs from around him. Smiling up at him with more than physical satisfaction. It was joy. Trust.
It slammed into him like a freight train because he wasn’t sure what he’d ever done to deserve that from her.
He’d vaguely hoped once this thing between them was culminated that he’d feel more stable, in control. He could finally feel solid ground beneath his feet again and interact with the world from his previous safe perspective.
But instead he was drowning in her even more.
She giggled softly as she reached up to stroke his hot cheek. “I thought men were supposed to get more stamina as they got older.”
He frowned.
She laughed even more, her body shaking beneath him. “It was amazing, you big doofus. The best sex I’ve ever had.”
He relaxed and leaned down to kiss her, pushing away the surge of helplessness that came from the drowning feeling. “Good. Me too.”
Five
VIVIAN WASN’T SURE what had gotten into her. She’d never been so out of control in her life. Not in sex. Not in anything.
But it was thrilling the way she imagined skydiving must be. A rush of fear and excitement turning into pure exhilaration.
She wanted to hug herself and jump out of her skin and sink into a cloud of cotton all at the same time. Instead, as Rick extricated himself from on top of her, taking care with the condom, she sat up and rubbed at her face and tried to pull herself together.
She laughed softly when he slanted her a wry half-smile.
He went to her bathroom to throw away the condom and clean himself up, and when he was done, she took her turn in the bathroom. She felt a little better when she came out. More herself. Not so much like she was going to melt away into a puddle of goo from too many soft feelings.
He was sitting on the side of her bed when she returned.
“You don’t have to leave,” she told him, since it looked like he wasn’t sure what he should do. “You want to spend the night?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind. I feel like I didn’t adequately prove my capabilities in the bedroom, so I’d appreciate a second round, just to show you what I’ve got.”
She laughed at that. Then couldn’t stop laughing as she pulled on an oversized T-shirt and crawled under the covers of the bed. “I loved everything you gave me already, but if you want to try some more, I’m not about to object.”
He pulled off his jeans, socks and unbuttoned shirt. She eyed his lean body in pleasure. He was in good shape, but not like he did a lot of weight-lifting. She liked how real and natural his body looked. She liked the hair on his chest and his groin. She liked the faint scar on his lower ribcage and that his belly wasn’t as hard as a rock.
She liked that his body wasn’t perfect, any more than hers was.
“You finished looking?” he asked dryly as he climbed into bed beside her.
“No. Not quite.” She pushed him over onto his back and then crawled on him so she could run her palms from his shoulders and down to his stomach. She squeezed his sides as he pulled her down into a slow, deep kiss.
He hadn’t been joking about proving his sexual abilities to her. He took his time. Moved slowly. Intentionally. With more patience than she’d ever experienced from a partner in bed before. They kissed for a long time. Then he turned her over onto her back and moved above her, kissing and caressing her body from her forehead to her toes, until she was writhing and whimpering with arousal.
He then turned her over onto her stomach and kissed his way from the nape of her neck to the deep dip at the small of her back. He stroked the full curves of her bottom, and she loved how entitled the touch felt.
As if every inch of her body was his
But arousal was growing almost painful now, so she gasped, “Rick, please. I need to...”
“You need to what?” He lifted her hips so that her butt was in the air.
It was an entirely undignified position but also hotter than anything she’d ever experienced. “I need to come.”
“I know. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
“Please. Please.” She stayed in the position he put her, pressing her cheek against the pillow. He’d pulled off her T-shirt as soon as he’d started caressing her, and now she was completely naked. Poised for him to see.
She was so turned on that moisture was leaking down her inner thigh. He stroked her open and slid two fingers inside her, rubbing her inner walls until she sobbed in pleasure. He found her g-spot and started pumping his fingers against it.
She came without warning and then came again and then again. She was letting out loud, wet cries against the pillow, and her body was shaking as spasm and after spasm of sensation wracked her.
He was talking her through it in a soft, possessive voice. Telling her how good she was coming, how sexy she was, how he had her so she could let go. She wasn’t used to that kind of erotic encouragement, but it only fired her up even more.
Then he finally rolled on a condom and lined himself up behind her. He took her from behind, and only then did he finally lose control. His motion was fast and hard and urgent, and he grunted like an animal. She loved him like that, even more than his skillful control.
She loved that he wanted her so much that he almost fell apart as he claimed her.
They were both limp and exhausted when he fell over the edge and came in a series of clumsy jerks. She fell onto her stomach, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, reaching over to take a handful of her hair in his hand.
He held it loosely, and it was strangely sweet. It was a long time before either one of them found their voice.
“That was amazing,” she told him hoarsely. “Consider me suitably impressed by your bedroom capabilities.”
He gave a few grunts of laughter. “Glad to hear it. I’m glad to know I haven’t totally lost who I am from being with you.”
He was teasing, and she giggled and kissed him in response before she got up to go to the bathroom again. But she thought about what he’d said as she peed and cleaned up. And she was still thinking about it as she got into bed beside him and turned out the light.
THEY BOTH SLEPT UNTIL morning. When Vivian woke up it was almost eight, which was as late as she ever woke up. She rolled over, stifling a groan because she was sorer than she’d expected. To her relief, Rick was still stretched out beside her.