Page 105 of The Ones We Fight For

“Okay,” Talia conceded, arousal flushing her cheeks. “I did look at your ass, and I did like what I saw.”

“Mmm.” Walker nodded. “And what else do you like?”

“What do I like?” Talia repeated, not entirely getting the question.

“Yes.” He stood to his full height and dried himself off quickly with the same towel. All Talia could do was stare. Her mind was completely blank and her body completely still, apart from the way her eyes shamelessly wandered over every hard ridge of muscle on Walker’s body as they flexed to wipe away the trickling water. “What do you like in bed?”

“Oh. No one’s ever asked me that before.” Talia shivered, her nerves getting the best of her again. “I guess I’m just surprised by the question. Most people just go with the flow, right?”

“Tal.” Walker gripped her shoulders firmly and leaned forward to kiss her. “Are you cold?” His fingers ran over the goosebumps on her arms, and he smiled against her mouth as she bobbed her head, leaning into him. “Guess we better get under the covers, then.”

He backed her into his old bedroom, cupping the back of her neck to guide her through the unfamiliar space while he kissed her senseless. Talia was relieved that he seemed to be going with her suggestion to ride the wave as it came. She rolled her breasts into him to encourage his mouth.

When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she lay down and wrapped her arms behind his head to pull him on top of her.

“Wait!” Gasping, Walker rolled off of her, and Talia shot up in embarrassment.

“Are we not? You said you wanted to.”

“Hey,” he whispered, reaching a hand out to cradle her face. With a short laugh, he looked down at himself to his, to put it lightly, raging erection. “Just look. I more than want to. I’m just very serious about wanting to know what you like, and you’re distracting me. I want to get this right. I’ve never straight-up asked either, and sure, I could guess. I’d probably get pretty close. Or,” he leaned forward and peppered light kisses up her neck, bringing his lips to the hollow of her ear, “you could tell me exactly what you need, and I could spend all night bringing you in and out of orgasms till you’re too weak to move. Do you like edging? Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never…” Talia trailed off, feeling the red creep up her neck. Frustrated by how flustered she was, she pulled her shoulders back to sit straighter. She wanted Walker to take her roughly. Fully. To have every part of him wedged up against her and inside her until they became one person.

“For now, we’ll stick to things you do know,” Walker continued. “And we’ll leave the experimenting for later. I already know you like it when I touch here.” He moved his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching her between the knuckles of two of his fingers. She sighed in response, and he nodded a congratulations to himself before kissing her temple and dropping his mouth to her ear. “Do you want me to be sweet or demanding? Should I whisper words of adoration or take what's mine?”

“Both,” Talia answered and bit down on the pillow of her bottom lip. Her past experiences had always been gentle, straight-up efficient to the point of boredom, or uncomfortable. The idea of Walker manhandling her a little bit while telling her how much he liked it made the pang between her legs almost unbearable.

“Mmm, good.” He swatted her ass with enough force to sting a little, then rubbed the pain away with his palm, taking to her suggestions like he already had her body fine-tuned. “I want you to completely lose control. How do I do that?”

“I-I can’t, um,” Talia made eye contact for a split second, then her eyes dropped to the pillows. “I’ve never gotten off from just…”

Walker’s fingers slowly tipped her chin up so she was looking into his lust-glazed eyes. “Eighty percent of women can’t climax from penetration alone, if that’s what you’re nervous to say. It’s completely normal.”

“How do you know the statistics?” Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“It’s not because I’ve slept with enough women for a case study, if that’s what you’re thinking. I researched it for work. If I’m writing sex scenes, they may as well be somewhat accurate.”

The sex scenes she had reread a thousand times, replacing the characters with herself and Walker in her head, had suddenly become even hotter.

“I know which scenes you wrote!” Clapping her hands in excitement, she bounced in her spot, her breasts bobbing with the motion. Walker flinched at her outsized reaction and then dropped his gaze to her chest to admire her still very naked body. It was amazing that she had relaxed enough to feel comfortable just sitting, completely devoid of clothes, in front of him for that long, but she was even more than comfortable. He had already touched and caressed her entire body. If she wasn’t dying to be pinned underneath him, then she could spend hours laying naked next to him talking about everything under the sun.

“Well.” It was apparently Walker’s turn to be embarrassed. Talia watched his Adam's apple dip lower on a swallow. “I just figured everyone else could write the scenes where the woman gets off within fifteen seconds of the guy being inside her, and I could write—”

“The ones I think about when I touch myself.” Talia’s voice cracked with the low octave. Walker’s eyes flashed a deep, dark brown, enlarged pupils staring back at her, waiting to suck her under. Eager to get to the main attraction, she changed up who was torturing who and leaned forward to murmur against his neck, lips barely brushing his skin, “I want your fingers inside me while you use your mouth for everything else. And then, when that’s done, I want you inside me. When you do, tell me how good it feels.” Reaching down, she cupped his balls, and he cursed, his eyes snapping shut. "Now, tell me what you want. Is it this?"

“Yes,” Walker choked. “Specifically during. Normally, I want your mouth and your hand at the same time before then, too, but for now, I want to skip that part after I’m done tasting you.”

“And?” Talia coaxed.

“And I want you to touch yourself while I’m doing all of it.”

To test it out, Talia slowly dragged one hand down her chest, and Walker’s tongue slipped out of his mouth to wet his lower lip, his erection twitching.

“No more planning,” he ordered, finding her lips with his hard mouth and laying her back on the pillows. “I’d rather hear you moan my name and beg me for more.”

“Fuck,” Talia huffed out as he started to kiss down her chest.

“That works, too,” he chuckled, the warmth of his breath ghosting over her skin.

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