One More Time(32)

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers, as he continues to dive in and out of me, marveling at the way I grip his fingers inside me, at how easily he can still make me come.

“And I need my cock inside you.” Finally, finally, he crawls up over me so I can undo his pants with shaking hands and run my fingers over his throbbing dick through his boxer-briefs. He’s leaking at his crown, and it’s obvious that he’s as desperate for this as I am.

I need to feel him sliding in and out, the base of him pressing against my clit with each stroke. The very thought of it has my lower belly tightening already. My breaths come fast in anticipation as he pulls his underwear off to allow my hand full access to the heavy, hard shaft bobbing above me. I squeeze him gently once, then guide him directly to my entrance and lift my hips, pressing into him as he presses into me.

As wet as I am, my orgasms have also made me tight, so it’s a long, slow glide to fit him completely within me.

But once he’s completely sheathed, I feel like I’m finally whole.

“Holy shit, Jenna.” Tanner’s voice quivers just a little, betraying the effort it’s taking to hold himself still instead of giving in to the impulse to just fuck wildly. He’s already throbbing as if he could come any second, and part of me wants to urge him to let go and take what he needs.

But a bigger part of me knows it’s better this way. Better to take a moment and wait. Once he adjusts, once my body adjusts, he’ll be able to take his sweet time, and I’ll benefit from every second of his impressive erection.

God, I’ve missed his cock. It’s not the only thing I’ve missed about him.

Our eyes meet, and something snaps into place between us. Something not quite fixed, but no longer as broken as it once was.

It scares me.

Tanner opens his mouth, but I’m not ready to hear what he has to say. So I cut him off with good old-fashioned body talk. I contract my inner muscles around him as I push my hips up a bit higher, letting him sink deeper inside me.

“Fuck,” he says, instead of whatever he was about to say. I sigh with both relief and satisfaction as the pressure hits me exactly the way I’ve been longing for.

I grab a pillow from the top of the bed and scoot it under the arch of my back so that my hips can rock up even higher into his shape.

And then he begins to move.

Tanner makes slow and long strokes. Every single one brings me closer and closer to total breathlessness. Each one pierces me with pleasure. I rock my hips up with a quick motion to let him know I’m ready for him to go harder, faster. He responds with the same intense thrusting at a slightly faster speed. It’s too much already. I want to release it all, but I also want to savor every single second.

I grab the back of his neck with both hands to bring him closer, then I move my fingers to his hair and give it a little tug like I know he loves. I wrap my legs around him and arch up even higher than even the pillow allows. He’s so deep inside me. It feels so fucking good.

I think I tell him so, but my words come out garbled as he shoves in deep, again and again.

He quickens his pace as I slide a hand in between our stomachs to play with my clit. We fall into a perfect rhythm, and I know I’m close to another orgasm. Tanner is too. I can tell by the way his forehead wrinkles. He always makes that expression when he’s close to climax. I move my one hand down to his ass, to feel the perfect muscles as they clench and release with each stroke, pulling him farther into me while at the same time I tighten my grip around his neck with my other hand so that I can bury my own head inside the crook of his shoulder. I bite down, hard, totally unable to control myself. He responds with a moan that says, bite again. The pressure is building and growing inside me so much that I’m afraid if I bite again I’ll break his skin.

Instead, I let out a ragged moan. I’m close. So so close.

“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks. “Come with me.”

All I needed was to hear him ask for me to let go, and suddenly I’m there. We explode around each other. Ripples of pure bliss gush up and down my body as Tanner releases inside me. I shudder, clenching my legs and body tight around him, dragging my climax out as long as possible. We rock together, letting every wave crash, not pulling apart even after they’re over.

He lingers inside me as his breathing slows, matching my own. He leaves little kisses all over my neck, then collapses into my arms, holding me for another moment. He presses his forehead against my chest, and it occurs to me that I could stay here forever.

How did I ever let him go?





12





Tanner





Two weeks after we had sex in the trailer, I’ve lost count of how many illicit trysts we’ve had. To be fair, there may be no way of counting the infinite ways we’ve discovered to please each other. Or how many ways I’ve made her come. I have a key to her room. She has a key to mine. We’re all in on this method-acting thing.

The only way I know I’m actually in Canada is from the address on the bottom of the hotel stationery that I like to scribble dirty notes on for her to find. I certainly haven’t seen anyone or anything but her. The whole closed-set plan has been more of a relief than I’d figured it would be. Not only has it given Jenna and I the freedom to sneak around without anyone noticing, but it’s given me a break from the papz. I hadn’t realized how much a part of my life flashbulbs were until they were gone.