The Friendship List(66)

His gaze locked on her body. She smiled and half turned.

“Look. I’m wearing a thong. I never have before. It’s not very comfortable, but—”

He lunged for her, grabbed her around the waist, then turned her and gently bit her on the curve of her rear. When he straightened, he kissed her on the mouth.

As she moved her tongue against his, she reached behind herself, unfastened her bra and tossed it away. His hands settled on her breasts, cupping the curves even as he moved his thumbs against her hard nipples.

Fire shot through her. She had to stop kissing him to take it all in. Every stroke was like magic, teasing her into a higher state of arousal as the feelings in her breasts traveled directly to her clit.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, meeting his dark gaze. “Keep doing that.”

He smiled. “I can make it better.”

“Not possible.”

He nudged her toward the bed. “Go lie down.”

She did as he requested. He stepped out of his jeans but left his briefs in place, which was very disappointing. But before she could complain, he joined her. After lightly kissing her lips, he shifted so he could take one of her nipples in his mouth.

The warm heat and gentle friction was incredible, she thought, letting her eyes sink closed. Better than that, even. He moved his tongue across her nipple, then sucked deeply. Pleasure shot through her, causing her to arch up toward him. He repeated the action on her other breast, sucking harder and deeper, making her whimper and beg.

She felt his hand on her thong and realized he wanted to take it off. She helped him, even though it meant not doing the breast thing anymore. But before she could complain, he moved between her legs.

“Hold yourself open,” he told her, guiding her hands to the edges of her labia and parting the flesh.

She did as he requested, then watched as he lowered himself to the bed and gave her an intimate, openmouthed kiss right on her clit.

Nothing had prepared her for the sensation of his tongue on her. Not her fingers or the vibrators or the books or anything. It was indescribable pleasure—all hot promise and teasing touch.

She dug her heels in the mattress and spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting to feel it all. He moved at a steady rhythm designed to send her over the edge and even though she wanted that, too, what he was doing felt too good for him to ever stop.

“Keith,” she breathed. “I can’t believe it. What are you doing to me?”

She felt him chuckle, then gasped as he slid a finger inside of her. He pushed all the way in, then curved up and touched something she couldn’t explain and then, suddenly, she was coming and coming, crying out as the wonder of it filled her. She shook and gasped and still she came, more and more and more until she was finally nothing but a panting, glorious puddle of afterglow, which would have been fine if only she hadn’t started to cry.

The sobs were as unexpected as her orgasm had been. She couldn’t stop and couldn’t catch her breath. Strong arms pulled her close. Soft murmurs told her she would be fine. He held her and rocked her gently until she could breathe.

When she had a bit of control, she grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on the nightstand.

“Sorry. I don’t know what that was.”

“Emotional release.”

“I guess.” She drew back enough to see him. “That was amazing.”

He gave her a smug smile. “Yeah?”

“You know it was.”

“You didn’t take long to get there.”

“I never do.”

One eyebrow rose. “You don’t say.”

They were in a bed, she was naked, she’d just had the best orgasm of her life and then she’d cried. She supposed she should feel awkward or something, but she didn’t. It was all too glorious.

She tossed the tissues on the nightstand, then looked pointedly at his very large erection hiding in his briefs. “Come on. I still want to see.”

The smile returned. “As you wish.”

He rose and stood beside the bed before unselfconsciously taking off his briefs.

And there it was. Her first penis. Okay, not her first, but the first one she’d seen in the flesh, so to speak. He was hard and while it looked painful, she doubted it was. She reached out and put her hand around him, moving back and forth.

He groaned and took her hand away. “That’s dangerous.”

“Oh, right. Because if you come now, we can’t have intercourse for a while.” She picked up the box of condoms and shook it. “Let’s do it.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“Hey, I’ve been waiting a long time for this, mister. We can do the romance thing later.”

He took out a condom and put it on. She watched his practiced movements, then slid over so there was room for him on the bed. He knelt between her thighs, his gaze locking with hers.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes.” She waved her hand. “I want this. Please. Just impale me.”

“Impale?”

“I thought humor would make you feel better.”

“You’re weird.”

“Fine. Yes. Do it.”

“So impatient.” He braced his arms on either side of her. “It helps if you guide me inside.”