Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh!”
Her reaction was strange.
Was she . . . coming? She slapped a hand on my wrist and dug her nails in, as her face twisted with pleasure. I stared down at her, so turned on, but also confused. She gave a loud gasp, signaling she’d crossed over a peak, but her body didn’t pulse around me. There weren’t any aftershocks like she’d had before.
Her grip released me and her legs went slack. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a shy smile.
I slowed to a halt. “What just happened?”
Her smile froze. “I had an orgasm?”
Bull-fucking-shit. I leaned down and skimmed my lips over her neck. “If you just came, then I guess I did, too.”
-26-
JAY
Kayla tensed, confirming my suspicion. I was annoyed with the lie until she tore her gaze away and stared at my pillow. She looked like she wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Don’t you like when I make you come?” I asked softly.
The only answer she gave me at first was her rapid breathing, but then she nodded slowly.
“We know I can do it. So why fake it?”
She finally looked at me. “Because sex is a team sport, and I don’t want to let my partner down.”
She was being silly. I swiveled my hips, reminding us both how deeply I was lodged inside her. “Does it feel like you’re letting me down right now?”
Her breathing hitched. “It’s just, that’s the finish line for a lot of guys and I don’t want to be difficult.”
It was kind of amazing I could still think given what I was doing, but the word difficult had a familiar ring to it. She’d used it before. When?
Oh, shit, it’d been when she was describing why she was single. I slipped a hand beside her face and threaded my fingers through her silky hair. “This,” I thrust into her, “is not difficult. It’s supposed to be fun.”
“And it is.” She seemed to have a hard time finding the right words. My dick probably had something to do with it. She let out a sigh of exasperation, and slapped her hands on my chest, pushing me back. “I faked because I didn’t want you to know I suck at this.”
She moved off me, but I turned into a rock. “You think you suck at sex?” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “Further proof you’re fucking crazy. Get back over here.”
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how wrong you are.” I seized her waist and dragged her up against me. Our warm, bare skin pressed together. “You don’t suck, you’re fucking amazing. Just because you haven’t come during sex doesn’t mean you can’t, and we’ve got all night to try.” She sat still as my mouth wandered down her throat and searched for her breasts. “And if it doesn’t happen, that’s not a big deal, either. My mouth and my fingers work just fine.”
She squealed as I pulled her down to kneel like I was on the rug, our knees touching. My hands roamed over her, and then I turned her, pressing her so she was bent over the bed, her cheek flat against the mattress.
The round curve of her ass was so hot, I bit back a moan.
“Okay?” I said, running my big hand up the length of her spine. I wanted her on board with my plan. It was cheesy as all hell, but I’d be her cheerleader if she needed that.
The word was breathless. “Okay.”
I steady myself by grasping her hips, and slowly eased inside. She was scorching, and I fought not to let the pleasure burn up my mind. One shallow thrust. Then, another. As I sawed in and out, I went deeper with each stroke. Fire crackled on my skin. My heart pounded in my head.
When I ground my hips against her, she sighed like it felt so good. Maybe that was all she needed. A helping hand.
“Play with yourself,” I said.
Her arms were extended before her on the bed, and she moved one of them hesitantly, following my request. Her hand disappeared beneath her body for a few seconds, and then it gripped the edge of the bed.
I didn’t want to be an asshole and push her to do something she didn’t feel comfortable with, but that had been a lame attempt. I spread my knees so I could get lower, and drove into her. My knees already had rug burn, but I didn’t care. I was thrusting so hard, the slap of our bodies was sharp and loud. Her very real moans were taking their toll on me. Hearing how much she liked it made me want to lose control.
I grabbed her hand with mine and pressed her fingers to her damp clit, forcing them to move. “Do it the way you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me.”