International Player(51)

“I choose the second option.”

“You wanna get fucked?” I crawled over her, my dick jerking over her stomach.

Her mouth parted and her tongue dipped out to wet her lips as she nodded.

So sexy.

I reached between her legs, checking for the slippery, wet skin, and gasping as my fingers pressed through her folds, and she moaned.

“What is it with you?” She shook her head. “I just . . .” She frowned as if she was confused. “It’s like I lose all my self-discipline. Like my head turns to mush and all I see is you. I can’t get enough.”

I grinned. I liked the thought of being the man who made this cerebral, always thoughtful woman lose her mind.

Sex wasn’t just sex with Truly. Maybe it was because we were friends. Because I knew the way her brain worked. Understanding her heightened everything. It was ridiculous but sex had never been a shared experience before. It had been about lust and getting off—mutual but separate. With Truly it was all so connected—I knew what she was thinking, what she liked, why on some days it took her longer to come. And I enjoyed working out all those little details. It was as if my vision was sharper when I was with her.

She fisted my cock, pulled her hand up and released me. It was her sign that she was impatient. She didn’t want to waste time with my mouth on her. She wanted me to fuck her. To fill her up. To make her come.

And it would be my pleasure.

I pulled a condom from my wallet, and Truly sighed.

“Be quick,” she said.

Her nipples pebbled and her skin flushed.

“Be careful or I might make you wait.” I rolled on the condom. “I might take you right to the edge over and over and not let you come.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and her breaths came a little shorter.

“Later, Truly.” I was far too hard and far too ready to be able to follow through on my threat. “Just now, I’m going to give you exactly what you’re desperate for.” I pressed my tip against her hot sex, my jaw tightening as I tried to keep from shoving straight into her.

She pawed at me, pulling at my shoulders, needing more.

The feeling was mutual.

“Like this?” I inched my way deeper into her.

She nodded, grabbing at my hips.

I took her hands from me, clasping them in mine and pushing them over her head and thrusting into her.

She was tight and perfect and all mine.

“Oh God,” she moaned around me and surrendered, as her thoughts focused on this moment rather than whatever she’d been doing today or had planned for tomorrow. The moment became about pleasure. About us. And there was nothing better.

The heat and the drag of her was so perfect that I couldn’t imagine I’d ever want anything else. Not in thirty minutes, not tomorrow. Not ever. I’d always want to feel exactly like this.

She twisted underneath me and widened her legs, trying to get me deeper, closer. I glanced down at where we were joined.

The drumbeat coming from the record player, her moans, the sound of my flesh against hers, built and built and built until it all merged into one perfect moment.

I couldn’t hold back. Not for a moment longer.

“Truly,” I called out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, and I covered my mouth with hers, hot and wet and honest as she tensed underneath me. My release ran through my veins as we came together, our pulses connected and sharing the same beat as the music.

“Shit, Truly,” I said when my mouth reconnected to my brain. It was as if I’d just come round after being knocked unconscious.

She pressed her fingers against the pulse in my neck. “That was . . .”

I was collapsed over her, but I wasn’t sure if I could move. “It certainly was.” I shifted off then scooped her up, my weak limbs somehow finding the strength.

I wasn’t done, but I needed to lay her out and take my time with her.

I headed to the bedroom and put her down on the bed, but when I moved away to get some water, she clung to my arm. “You need to rehydrate.”

“Don’t be long.” She scowled but loosened her grip.

I grinned and darted into the kitchen to collect glasses and a bottle of water. I liked that she didn’t want me gone for even a few seconds. I understood it. There was some tie between us that I’d never felt with anyone before.

“You see? Five seconds. Ten max.” I stopped in the doorway. Truly was gone. “Hey, where did you go?” I set the water on the bedside table.

She wandered back into the bedroom. “I had to pee.” The girl was far less self-conscious naked than she was in a ball gown.

“Come here.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me, pressing soft kisses down her neck and along her shoulder as my cock jerked between us. How was I ready for her again? She had some kind of override switch on my libido that I never knew existed.

“Your kisses,” she said with a sigh.

I pulled back, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

She curled her fingers around my neck. “They’re just perfect.” She shook her head as if she’d just told me it was set to rain for the next ten days straight or that Stranger Things had been cancelled.

“You’re perfect.”

“Don’t say that.” She stood on tiptoes and pulled me closer, pressing her lips to mine, her tongue trailing against my lips.