International Player(72)

My body began to buzz—in expectation or need, I wasn’t sure. It was time. I rolled her over, clasping her hands in mine, and slid my erection against her folds as we held each other’s gaze.

“Condom,” she whispered.

Shit. I always wore a condom but tonight, I didn’t want to. I wanted to be as close to her as I could. But I wasn’t going to push.

“Or not,” she said. “I’ve not . . . not with anyone since you. And I’m on the pill.”

“Me neither,” I replied. Maybe we’d been more serious than either of us realized from the outset.

As I positioned myself at her entrance, she smiled and brought her knees up, opening herself to me.

“I like watching you touch yourself,” she said.

I groaned. “You know you might kill me if you keep saying stuff like that.” I dipped to steal a kiss.

“I want an orgasm before you die, okay?”

I grinned. “I think I can handle that.” I pushed in deep as she clawed at my chest and tried to catch her breath. I stilled as I got to the end of her. She was so tight, so fucking perfect, and if I thought about how good it all was I was going to lose it. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just always so good.”

We always fit together so perfectly. “For me too.”

“I want you to let go. Take what’s yours,” she said.

I tipped my head back. Shit. That was exactly what I needed. To make her mine. I was dizzy at the thought, but I pulled back, and the slide of her thighs against my hips propelled me forward. I began to thrust. Desperate to be closer, I glanced at her, wanting to see how good it was. Her eyes were unfocused and lazily half shut as she tightened her grip on my shoulder. I concentrated on the pinch of her fingers and her sharp exhale. I couldn’t remember ever getting this much pleasure from the way I made another person feel before. But being able to make Truly open up was the biggest turn-on.

As I stilled, she twisted beneath me, and I grunted at the drag of her body, then gave her what she wanted, pulling out and sliding back in. She arched beneath me as if she wanted to get closer, and I pulled her leg up, pushing her knee to her shoulder to get deeper. The warm-up was over, and I was ready for the main event. I tensed and thrust into her faster.

“It’s so good, so good,” she chanted.

God, her feedback was another thing I’d lived too long without. I loved hearing exactly how she felt. How I made her feel. Her hips mirrored mine as we moved together, climbing higher and higher, getting faster and less careful. It was as if we were dissolving the last few weeks and wiping the slate clean. It was wild and urgent and somehow completely necessary.

“Truly,” I called out, needing to hear her. “Truly.”

She thrust her hand in my hair. “I’m so close.” She tightened beneath me, squeezing so hard, I thought I might burst. “Just . . .” Her breaths got higher and shallower. She was seconds away, and I wanted to hold back until I got her there. “Just . . . Oh God,” she screamed, and I pulsed into her, emptying everything I had as we came together.

My pulse banged in my ears, and my whole body throbbed, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. “Again,” I spat out. “I need you again. Now.”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded. I was like a junkie who’d had my first fix in weeks, and now I couldn’t get enough.

I turned onto my back and scrubbed my hands over my face, groaning as she fisted my still-hard cock.

Her palm pressed against my abs as she lifted a leg across mine, then leaned forward to kiss me. She pulled back almost too quickly, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted more of her kisses or that sweet, tight pussy clamped around me. Flicking her hips back and forward, she swept her heat along the length of me. I had to sit her on my dick right at that moment or I was going to lose it.

She grinned and shook her head. “So impatient.” She guided me to her opening, closed her eyes, and let out the most delicious moan as she sank onto me. Jesus, how had I thought I could live without this?

“Fuck, Truly.” I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to fuck her hard and deep. I flipped us over so she was on her back and began to thrust. I just needed to fuck and fuck and fuck until the space between us was entirely gone.

I lay on top of her, our chests pressed together, her heat and mine, our sweat mixing. I dropped my head to her shoulder as I continued to fuck, kiss, and lick, wanting to consume all of her. And she seemed to feel the same as her fingers dug into my arse, pulling me deeper into her.

This wasn’t anything to do with conquering a woman. This was all about connection with the woman I loved. It was about need and desire. And realizing what I’d been so close to losing.

I pushed myself up, desperate to see her need for me in her eyes. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. Her moans got louder, higher, more desperate, but I didn’t slow my pace. She ran her nails up my back and tightened around me, her eyes opening into mine as she climaxed. I reached between us, pressing her clitoris, wanting it to last for her, but the slick wetness on my fingers was too much and I pushed her, harder and harder into the mattress, as my own climax overtook me, pleasure flooding every limb, every vein, every fucking thought.

I was exhausted. My legs, my arse, my arms ached with effort. Even my jaw was tight. I collapsed onto my back.