Kiss and Don't Tell(88)

I swallow hard, because just the thought of his finger there turns me on.

“We got time for that, babe.”

He smooths his hand over my left ass cheek and then pulls back and lays down another slap.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my pussy clenching tightly around him.

“Yes, Winnie.”

“Pacey,” I cry. “It’s too good. I can’t hold on.”

He stills behind me. “Winnie. I’ll pull out right fucking now. Do not come. Do you hear me?”

I bite on the side of my cheek and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to not think about how delicious Pacey feels sliding inside of me. Long, thick, commanding. He has my ass in his hands, guiding himself inside, taking what he wants, but also giving me everything I need.

“Fuck, I can’t hold out,” he says, and drives his cock all the way inside me, hitting me in a spot I didn’t know existed. Spasms erupt deep within me and I try to take deep breaths to ward them off, but it doesn’t work.

“Pacey . . .”

“I know, baby,” he says soothingly right before he pumps his hips against me. He’s not slow about it. He’s demanding. His thrusts rock me forward, sending a jolt through my pelvis.

Relentless.

Powerful.

Consuming.

He pumps into me, thrust after thrust, pushing me further and further to the edge, where I teeter but never fall.

“Your cunt is so tight, so perfect. Shit, Winnie.”

His fingers dig into my skin. His breath matches mine, seeking air. The sound of his legs, slapping into mine, over and over—it’s so erotic, so electrically charging.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he groans.

“I’m right there,” I say.

And then the crack of his hand against my ass has me coming violently all over his cock.

“Oh God, Pacey,” I yell as my body contracts. My insides all pull to the center, and I black out completely. I hear him groan. His cock swells, I contract around him, and then his chest presses against my back as he holds on to me and comes.

“Fuck . . . fuck,” he yells as he grips my sides tightly. “Oh shit, Winnie.” He stills and then slowly sinks against me as his breathing slows, and we both lie there, unmoving, as our bodies recover.

His lips land on my back as he presses small kisses across my shoulder.

“Are you . . . okay?” he asks, still breathless.

I smile into the mattress. “More than okay.”

He presses another kiss to my shoulder and lightly against my cheek. “Let me clean up. I’ll be right back.” As he lifts off me, he drags his hand down my back, across my ass, and he gives it a very, very light swat.

I chuckle against the comforter and then just lie there, completely satisfied.

So that’s sex.

No. That’s what sex is supposed to feel like. With two orgasms. Two. Orgasms. Now I know what I’ve missed out on. For years. With and without Josh.

After a few moments, Pacey comes back. He helps me off the bed and I quickly go to the bathroom to take care of business, not bothering with turning the light on. Instead, I tiptoe back into the bedroom, nervous to see if Pacey is getting dressed to leave, but when I find him lying in bed, the comforter pulled back, waiting for me, I bubble with giddiness.

“Get that sweet ass over here.”

Normally, I’m not one to walk around naked. After sex, I’d normally slink out of bed and cover up before heading to the bathroom. I would change into pajamas and call it a night. Strutting across the room wearing nothing is new for me, but I’ve never felt more confident. And it’s all because of the man waiting for me in bed.

I slide in under the covers next to him. His arm goes around my shoulders and his hand lands on my bare ass as he pulls me in closer. I tilt my head up, and he looks down at me at just the right time. He leans in and presses a sweet, gentle kiss to my lips. When I go to pull away, he presses his hand to my jaw and, with his thumb, tilts my chin up, granting him more access. I melt into his touch, in the dominant way he handles my body.

His kisses slow down until he presses a kiss to my nose, and I cuddle against his chest.

“I need more time with those lips.”

“Have them whenever you want,” I answer.

His finger draws small circles on my backside as he says, “I cancelled my flight for tomorrow.”

“What?” I ask, sitting up to look him in the eyes. “Pacey, you need to see the doctor.”

“I will.” He chastely kisses me. “But I figured I could drive to Vancouver with you, after you visit your uncle.”

“Pacey—”

“Hear me out.” He shifts so I can look him in the eyes. “It doesn’t matter if I see the doctor first thing in the morning or the next day, so long as I get there. And I want to be there for you after you see your uncle, even if you don’t think you need the company. I know it’s not going to be easy and would rather be there to hold your hand, than know that you’re alone, by yourself, sad or upset.” He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t be able to stomach that.”

“So, you want me to drive to Vancouver with you after?”

“Yeah, and if you’re up for it, maybe stay with me for a few days.” The hope in his eyes cripples me. “I can show you around.” His voice is vulnerable, as if he’s nervous of my answer.