Before We Kiss (Fool's Gold #14)(64)

“Is that what I did to you?” she asked.

He shifted onto his knees and reached for a condom. “Pretty much.”

“I’m sorry.”

His mouth curved into a slow, sexy grin. “Don’t be.”

“But I left you hanging.”

“I knew we’d get there eventually.”

He slid on a condom.

“Top or bottom?” he asked.

An interesting question.

She put her hand on his wrist and guided his hand between her thighs. He began to rub her. She spread her legs more and let herself sink into the sensation of him rhythmically circling her swollen center.

“If I’m on top, can you do that pressure point thing again?” she asked. “Help me hold back until you’re ready.”

Something bright flashed in his eyes. “I can do that.”

“Then top.”

“You’re my kind of girl.”

She wasn’t really, she thought as she watched him lie down. She enjoyed sex, but she wasn’t usually so...comfortable. Maybe it was exhaustion, or the pressure points. Either way, she didn’t care. She felt sexy and alive. Her body hummed. She had never in her life guided a man’s hand to her body the way she just had with Sam, yet it had felt completely right.

She sat up, then moved over him. As she shifted, her br**sts hung down and she thought it would be nice to have him touch her there. She paused to put his hands on her br**sts. He immediately began to massage them. When he gently squeezed her ni**les, her breath caught.

“Like that,” she whispered. “Only more.”

He did as she asked. Arousal poured through her. She wasn’t sure it was possible for her to be more swollen, more ready. She straddled him, then slowly sank onto his erection and closed her eyes.

He filled her completely. She braced her hands on either side of his shoulders and prepared to start moving.

“Wait,” he told her.

She opened her eyes and found him watching her.

“Sit up. Shift your weight back so you’re straight, not leaning forward. But go slow because I’ll go in really deep.”

She did as he suggested and felt him fill her even more.

“Spread your thighs while pulling in with your stomach,” he told her.

She was unprepared for the results. The tip of his erection settled firmly on her nerve-filled G-spot. Her whole body convulsed with pleasure.

He smiled again. “That’s it.” He reached for her and used his thumb and forefinger to start massaging her clitoris while using a knuckle from his other hand to find the pressure point.

He moved hard and fast against her swollen spot of pleasure. She urged him on, wanting more, straining to have the friction on the inside match that on the outside. More and more, she thought hazily. Faster and faster.

Her br**sts got uncomfortable, but not from how close she was. Instead she realized it was from bouncing up and down. Somewhere in all of this, she’d started riding Sam. Up and down and up and down.

She supposed she should be embarrassed by her wild behavior. But that was for later. Instead she cupped her br**sts in her hands and held them, all the while going up and down faster and faster.

With every drop, the head of his penis pushed against her from the inside and drove her closer and closer. But the pressure just below her clit meant she wasn’t coming. The truth was oddly freeing, she thought.

Sam swore.

The sound shocked her into her opening her eyes. He was staring at her. His expression was one of intense concentration—a man on the edge.

“I don’t want to come,” he gasped. “Watching you. But I can’t—”

Several things happened at once. She realized that he’d been enjoying the show of her riding him. She was momentarily embarrassed. But then he relaxed his finger, releasing the pressure point. So all she was left with was sensation and she came with a scream that echoed through the room.

She came over and over, unable to stop. Riding him up and down. She put her hand over his, to keep him rubbing her as she climaxed for what felt like a lifetime. At some point she was pretty sure he got his, but she was so lost, she wasn’t sure.

She’d never felt anything like this. As her release slowed, she found it hard to breathe—maybe because somewhere along the way, she’d started crying.

Dellina wanted to die. It wasn’t enough she’d put on a show. Now she was shaking—and not in a good way—and sobbing. With her luck, she would pee the bed or something next.

But instead of running, Sam pulled her close and held her. He stroked her back and hip and murmured softly. There weren’t words, just sounds. Eventually she calmed enough to catch her breath.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s okay.” He drew her onto her back and settled between her thighs. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I’ve never freaked out like that.” She touched his lower lip with her thumb. “Thank you for not running. I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Something hard probed between her legs. Before she could figure out what was happening, he was in her again. Hard and filling her.

“Sam?”

“Relax.”

She was going to ask what he was doing. No, not what. That was clear. But why? Hadn’t he already...