Butterflies in Honey (Growing Pains #3)(104)

He rocked, she swiveled, rocked, swiveled. They went faster, warring into each other, pushing and pulling, trying to get as close as they possibly could, hitting heights in their love making that they’d never even breached before.

“Sean!” Krista pleaded. “Please!”

Sean held her tighter but it wasn’t time. They weren’t ready. They were moving as one entity, their bodies dancing to the music of unspeakable pleasure. Their bodies were slick with sweat, grinding off each other as Krista tried to get him deeper, feel him harder, end this never ending building.

They hit a threshold. The pain of it was unendurable. Krista was reaching for the big “O” but couldn’t quite grab it. She strained for it in desperation, Sean thrashing up to meet her swinging down. Their fervent movements got smaller, the pressure more intense. She was just… about… there—

She yelled with the glory of it. The sweet rush of completion. Sean called her name and shuddered below her. They soared together, higher than high. Krista gasped and sputtered, trying to catch her breath, trying to smile wider, laugh harder. If she were a hippy, the colors of the rainbow would have been pouring out of her headband it felt so good. It felt 1,000 times more intense than a surge of pure adrenaline, and 1,000 times more pure.

Her whole body went lax as bliss permeated every inch. She hung on to Sean’s giant shoulders like a rag doll. His arms loosened and he lowered her down on the bed, keeping himself inside her as he laid on top. His face was full of wonder as he looked down at her, into her.

“Please no more, Sean.” Krista gasped. She was raw gratification, but also just raw.

His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “That was what I have been daydreaming about these last years. I would ask you if it will suffice, but the look of awe gives you away.”

“You’ve upped your game since I saw you last…”

“Are you asking if I slept my way through San Francisco to learn a few tricks?”

Krista hesitated. In point of fact, yes she was, but in a roundabout way. She didn’t want to hear about the women he was with, but he didn’t get this good with his hand alone.

“To ease your mind,” he went on, “and probably make you laugh at the same time, I took a class on Tantric sex. It was enlightening.”

“Why did you take a class?”

Sean shifted and pulled out of her. She didn’t bother opening her eyes or even closing her legs. She was perfectly content to sleep exactly as she was. It wasn’t meant to be, though. Two strong arms slid under her and lifted her into the air.

“Stand for a minute,” Sean said.

Krista moaned her displeasure, still without opening her eyes, and held her legs firm when Sean set her down. After some rustling, which must’ve been the covers, she was scooped up and set into the bed. Sean slid in beside her, cuddled close, and pulled the covers over them.

Sean said softly. “I told you that I felt like a jerk. That I knew I made a big mistake, but was too chicken to make it right. Well, I’m not going to lie and say I was abstinent the whole time—especially in the beginning. But it never felt good. I felt guilty. Whether on a date or otherwise, I was uncomfortable. I felt like I was cheating. Somewhere along the way I decided to improve my…skills. In honesty, I did practice, but with the sole intent of being able to wow you.”

Krista let the silence linger for a second before she said, “It sounds like it was your way of not feeling guilty to have sex.”

Sean blew out a breath he was holding. “You know me too well. It was for you, but also—yeah, I’m no monk.”

“It’s not like I was abstinent, either. I was planning on settling down. Kinda.”

“About that. What is the story with Chet?”

“What do you mean? I dated him. I told you that.”

“I know. Why? He’s a nice guy and all, but… He’s a bit of a mook.”

“A mook? What’s a mook?”

“I dunno—kind of a douche. As Kate would say—has said—he’s a bit ridiculous.”

Krista sighed and turned to put her head on the hollow between Sean’s shoulder and chest.

“I know. Marcus said I had blinders on. I don’t know—the guy treated me well. He made me dinners, always had time for me, bought me flowers…He just made me feel special. No offense, but I needed it.”

“He is handsome.”

“Are you going g*y on me?”

“I don’t have to be g*y to size up the competition.”

“Yes, he is handsome.”

“Is he good in bed?”

“Yikes, Sean.”

“Is he?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Yes you do. I’m sure Marcus knows all about it from Kate and Jasmine, to whom you tell everything. Is he?”

“Damn it, why—look, no he wasn’t great. And before you ask, you are much bigger than him…size wise. Okay? Happy? Is your ego intact? Why does any of this matter? Were you hoping my sex life was crap or something?”

“I’m sorry. It matters because I am wondering if I have to worry about him getting you back. He is a douche, but a woman needs to feel cherished, and obviously I have been lacking in that department.”

“Yes, you have. But I have no plans to be wooed by Chet. I broke it off with him before you even came to L.A., remember?”