Page 11 of Love Like Lightning

It feels so good a moan does slip out of my mouth. He doesn’t give me a chance to feel embarrassed. He just makes sure I’m comfortable and enjoying myself. Grinding against me, he pulls another one out of me before dipping his lips to my ear. “See, that? That’s what I want. That’s so fucking sexy, Gia. You have no idea.”

Just like that, all of my reservations melt away. I don’t know if I’ve always subconsciously kept myself from being vocal during sex or if I’ve never even gotten close to being this turned on with someone else. But just knowing that he’s into it makes me feel comfortable. Powerful.

And incredibly wet.

I start moving against him, chasing the friction I need. My clit is sensitive, and my nipples scrape against the lace of my bra. Everything feels electric, and the moment he shifts his leg back between mine, I groan. We fall into another kiss, and I lose myself completely to this man.

His hands roam my body as I writhe beneath him. He cups my breast in his warm palm, and I can’t get close enough to him. He increases the pressure against me, and I cry out.

My head spins, and pleasure surges through my body. I shift restlessly against his thigh and go off like a firework. I come quick and hard, and the intensity of it leaves me gasping and electrified. When I finally catch my breath, I look up and realize he’s just watching me, enraptured.

“That was…” I can’t finish my sentence, because wow. Yeah, something about doing that with him was magic.

“Good?” When I nod, he smiles. “Good.”

“Now we…” I trail off, not quite sure about the progression of things.

“Now I tell you that I’ve been tested recently, and I’m all clear. I tell you that I have a condom. And I tell you that if this is all you’re up for tonight, that’s totally fine and I’ll see myself out.”

Somehow hearing that has me reaching out to grasp his arms, to keep him here with me. “No, that’s—I want to have sex.”

“Yeah?” He grins down at me, looking like sex personified.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Always ask for what you want, what you need. Especially in bed.” He drops a searing kiss onto my lips before disappearing off of me.

He reappears almost instantly, a foil packet in his hands. I watch as he strips out of his boxer briefs, revealing one of the most impressive cocks I’ve seen in my life. He rolls on the condom as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, so I’m naked and waiting for him.

Climbing back onto the bed, he positions himself between my spread thighs. I must look nervous, because he drops another kiss onto my lips, and it eases me instantly.

“Anything you like or don’t like, tell me. Okay?”

Nodding, I rest my hands on his chest. The moment I feel him pressing against me, I moan, and when he presses inside, I let out a gasp, and he immediately slows down.

“No, no, it’s good.” I spread my legs even wider to encourage him.

And then he’s fully seated, and it feels so good that I subconsciously wrap my limbs around him and when he moves—God. It feels so good.

“You like that, Gia?” he grunts, bracing an arm next to my head as he thrusts.

I can’t even answer with real words; I just moan and nod my head. He gets into a rhythm, hitting just the right spot inside of me and simultaneously giving my clit all the attention it needs.

In the next moment, he rolls and completely switches our positions so I’m on top. Shocked, I freeze, looking down at him.

“Yes?” he asks, as he gently takes hold of my hips to help me grind against him.

“Oh.” The sensation is different but good, and once I get into the rhythm he sets for us, I’m flying toward an orgasm.

He keeps his thumb pressed against my clit, driving me higher and higher as I fuck him. Closing my eyes, I let go and just feel. My movements become choppy and frantic, and I can hear his breathing stutter and stop.

My second orgasm comes careening out of nowhere, and it hits me hard. I end up babbling, talking nonsense, as he grabs my hips and starts fucking up into me. Another flutter of an aftershock flows through me, and then he’s moaning his release.

Finally, I fall forward onto his chest, exhausted and completely satisfied.

When I step out of the bathroom, I half expect to see Henry slipping out the door or hastily pulling on his clothes. The thought doesn’t even really bother me. That’s how one-night stands work, right?

Totally fine.

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