International Player(38)

She was so close, so quickly. Fuck, I loved that she was reacting to me like that—not as friends but as lovers. She wanted me and I couldn’t get enough of her desire. She bucked beneath me, so I pressed a hand low on her abdomen, right over her g-spot, and slipped two fingers into her. I grinned against her wetness as she moaned, her breaths coming faster and tighter as my tongue and my fingers continued to lick and pump.

With a final scream, she exploded, her skin flushing, heat radiating from her body.

I was lost.

“Oh God, Noah,” she said, guiding my face up. “I . . . I . . .”

Her unspoken words hung in the air—she’d not expected it to be this good. “I know,” I whispered and dipped to kiss her.

Any concerns we had about crossing this line fell away, and it felt entirely natural. Honest and intimate. “I want you inside me,” she said.

“Me too,” I said.

“Condoms are in my bedroom.”

I wasn’t wasting time going and coming back. I’d take her with me. I lifted her up and carried her into her bedroom, her mouth on my jaw and my hard-on throbbing between us.

I was pretty sure if I’d timed myself, I’d have a claim to the world record for putting on a condom.

“Come here,” I said, gripping her ankles and pulling her arse to the edge of the bed. “I’m going in deep and fast and . . .” I couldn’t think. My head was foggy, and all I could focus on was being inside her. I pressed my tip through her sex, rounded her clit and then back to her entrance.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it.”

“What do you say?” I teased her.

“Please. Noah, please, please. I need your cock.”

“Good girl.” Jesus fucking Christ. This was a side of Truly I’d never seen before—passionate and needy. She was perfect. It was as if someone had just cut the cord of my self-control. My vision tunneled, my muscles bunched, and I slammed into her, hard and so, so deep.

Again.

And again.

I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow down. I needed to get as close as it was possible to be to this woman.

Her knees tightened around my hips, and she arched off the bed. I leaned over her, gripping her shoulders, keeping her in place, because I needed to fuck and fuck and fuck.

She trembled beneath me, bucking as if someone else was in control of her body. She gasped and screamed silently. Fuck, yeah. That was what I did to her. “All your orgasms are mine,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

She gazed up at me, her body boneless against the mattress, and grinned. She reached and wiped away a trickle of sweat working its way down my temple. “All yours.”

Those two words ended me, and my body spasmed as I emptied myself deep inside her, pushing in as far as I could go.

I dealt with the condom and rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breath as if I were at the end of a competitive sprint. I’d never been that consumed before, never lacked so much self-control. It was as if I’d been chasing after something I wanted to save.

Reaching for her, my hand landed on her stomach. “Hey.” I pulled her toward me, needing her close.

“You’re a cuddler?” she asked.

I wasn’t normally, but I wanted to touch her, wanted her touching me. “Maybe,” I replied.

“Well that’s another thing I learned about you tonight.” She slid her hand down my cock and grasped it at the base.

I groaned.

When I’d first seen her in the church, Truly hadn’t been any different from any other woman I’d met. I’d imagined her naked and fucking her. But since she’d blown me off and we’d become friends, thoughts like that had been saved for others. But now she blocked out everything else. Everyone else. It was shocking how fucking warm and open and unselfconscious she was in bed. How was it not more awkward, and why hadn’t we done this before?

She squeezed her fist then dragged it up. We both watched as I twitched in her hands.

“So quick to recover.”

The only time I thought about fucking a woman twice was before I’d fucked her the first time. Right now that pattern was history. “Not normally, but you’re always an exception.”

Tucked into my side, she glanced up at me, and I kissed her. We’d morphed from platonic friends to lovers so easily, but looking back, this had been brewing far longer than I’d realized. Way before the tequila kissing. Even before I’d left for New York.

Truly pushed herself up, and I rested my hands on her hips as she straddled me.

“I’m usually asleep by now.” I chuckled. I’d never normally reference a past sexual experience, but with Truly, everything was different.

She stroked her hands over my chest as she settled her pussy against my straining cock, content for the moment to slide her soft, wet folds against me. If she wasn’t careful, she’d make me come again.

She groaned and tipped her head back, her hair spilling over her shoulders, the dark silky strands a mezmerizing contrast against her smooth skin as she rocked back and forth.

I sighed, mesmerized by the beauty in front of me.

Reaching back to the bedside table, I grabbed a fresh condom. “Truly, I swear, you look so fucking perfect, I’m going to come and I’m not even inside you.”

She grinned and tucked her hair behind her ears before taking the condom from me and covering me from tip to base.