Page 33 of That Secret Something

My head slammed back against the mattress. Her warm silky tongue felt so good, it was almost unbearable. She pushed deeper, her movements drawing soft moans from my mouth.

“Oh my god, Jess.” Her hot breath tickled against me, and I pushed myself into her.

Then all the softness immediately switched. She moved up the bed, crashing her mouth against mine, her kisses desperate and hard. I pulled her closer to me, our naked top halves rubbing together. I ran my fingers up her bare back, and she lowered herself onto me, but her jeans were in the way. I felt for the buttons and popped them open.

“Get these trousers off.”

“So feisty,” Rebecca teased, but she wasted no time in removing them. She knelt on the bed in tight black boxers, those glorious, toned thighs on full show.

Holy shit. I nearly choked.

“And those too,” I said breathlessly. “I want to see all of you.”

Something unreadable flashed across her eyes, and she lingered for a moment, her fingers hooked inside the waistband. I didn’t want to be pulled out of the moment. I just wanted to drink her in, to commit her to memory.

“Looks like we colour co-ordinated,” she joked, before rolling the black briefs down her thighs and discarding them behind her. She climbed on top of me, her hand caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. A shot of pleasure flashed through my abdomen. I wanted to feel her too, but the way she looked at me had me pinned in place. Her gaze burned into mine, a look so driven by lust and desire it made my stomach tighten. What is she thinking?

My heart thumped harder against my ribcage. My clit throbbed, too, desperate for attention, but it was the look in her eyes that held me. Like I could see into the depths of her soul, and I couldn’t look away.

She lowered herself onto me, sliding between my legs. Our hot, wet bodies slipped together, and we both bit back a gasp.

My hands gripped her hips, and Rebecca glided back and forth. Every nerve blazed with fire, shooting waves of pleasure through my clit. I could feel everything, hear our combined wetness. I was ensnared by her. My eyes rolled backwards; already an orgasm pulsed on the edge of my sanity.

“Fucking hell.” I groaned, not recognising the sound of my own voice. “That feels amazing.”

“Can you feel what you do to me, Jess?” Rebecca’s fingers slipped into my hair, tilting my face so I had to look at her. “How wet you make me?” She continued angling her hips, each thrust making it harder to breathe.

I mumbled something incoherent, unable to do anything other than be with her in this moment, to feel her sliding against me. Our bodies were finally talking, saying more than words ever could. This was much better than talking. Much, much better.

I leaned in to kiss her, moaning when our mouths melted together. Her tongue brushed against mine, and my whole body convulsed, tiptoeing around the edge of release.

The feel of her grinding against me, her wetness coating my thighs, the soft groans leaving her lips… It was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself spilling over.

“Rebecca, I’m—I’m—”

She kissed away the rest of my words, and an orgasm tore through me. My fingers dug into her waist, riding each wave as it rolled through my body. My legs gave out, quivering around her. Pure white bliss blinded my senses.

That escalated so quickly.

We lay together for a moment, and Rebecca planted a soft kiss on my mouth.

“Well, that was extremely hot,” she said, brushing some blonde hair away from my face. “I’ve never known someone finish underneath me like that before.”

A tinge of embarrassment spread up my neck. Was that a bad thing?

“Did I finish too fast?” I pressed my lips together. That wasn’t supposed to be said out loud.

Rebecca shook her head, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not a bad thing, Grant. Quite the opposite.” She leaned in to suck my lip between hers, angling her hips to slide us closer together again.

I dug my nails into her back. Holy fuck.

“It’s incredibly hot to see the effect I have on you,” she whispered against my mouth. “Plus, the whole ‘finishing too early thing’ is for straight couples. Doesn’t matter to us. We can just keep going.”

She moved off me and lowered herself, but I missed the contact instantly. She dipped lower, her head hovering just above my thighs, and then glanced up at me. “And we’re far from finished.” Her hot tongue sunk into me, soaking up my wetness, and I moaned, gripping my bedsheets.

My legs trembled, but Rebecca steadied them with her strong hands.

I loved the way that she touched me.

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