Page 33 of Love Like Lightning

My body starts moving on its own. I’m so turned on that I can’t help but hump the air, desperate for something. Friction. Heat. Her.

I love this. I love making her feel good. I love the way she’s open and honest about what she wants. I fucking love that she asked for this.

Flexing my hips, I search for something I won’t find. I take her clit between my lips again, sucking and flicking, and her hips move as desperately as mine, and finally she cries out.

She comes spectacularly, beautifully. My face is wet with her release, and she rides out the aftershocks, literally. Once she stills, I hear her take slow, deep breaths. I keep my eyes closed and breathe her in as she hovers above me.

When I open my eyes again, hers are closed, and her face is tipped up to the ceiling. “I don’t think I can move,” she whispers before letting out a slightly unhinged laugh.

Smiling to myself, I lift her just enough so that she can fall to the side. When she turns to me, her eyes are glassy, and she has a goofy smile on her face. She looks wrung out and satisfied. Our feet tangle together, and we just lie on the bed, both of us trying to catch our breath. After we hooked up the first time and I subsequently crashed and burned, attempting to hook up with some random tourists, I thought I lost my mojo.

I thought maybe my time having no strings, hot sex might be over.

But this? This is somehow already better than our first go-around, and I’m not even inside her yet.

Reaching toward her, I tip her chin up and lean in for a kiss. I’m still hard, even harder than before, and as our tongues tangle together, I can’t help but hope she’s ready for another round. She presses close to me, her breasts molding against my chest. A breathy moan escapes her when she throws her leg over my hip.

“You said something about fucking me the way I deserve?” she murmurs the question against my neck, licking a path with her tongue.

“I—” My brain finally catches up to my body, and I can’t believe how stupid I am. “I don’t have a condom.” I blurt it out because I don’t know what else to do.

We could go sans condom.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

The fact that I even thought that has me reeling. I’ve never once in my life had sex without a condom. It’s par for the course. Protection is always paramount. An accidental kid right now would be a nightmare.

The thing is, for reasons outside of my understanding, If I were to have sex without a condom, it would be with Gia.

What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

“I’ve got some.” She rolls away from me and walks into the bathroom, then reappears, holding up a couple of condoms, a small smile quirking her lips.

She places a couple on the bedside table before she climbs back onto the bed and hands me the one she kept. Ripping the package open, I roll it on quickly. I reach over, grasping her waist and swinging her on top of me.

She straddles me and manages to catch herself with her hands on my chest before toppling on top of me. “You want me on top?”

“I seem to remember you really enjoying being on top, but if you’re not interested, I’ve got at least half a dozen positions I’ve been dreaming about putting you in,” I answer truthfully.

Visions of her bent over with her hands on the tile wall in the shower flood my brain. I can picture the water falling down over both of us as I take her hard from behind. The slap of our skin, our moans filling the air around us. A flash of her riding me on my couch at home, our bodies moving in sync, almost like we’re one being. Her just taking complete control, bending me to her every desire. Her every need. It’s like a supercut in my mind of all the things I want to do to her. To do with her.

She doesn’t say anything, she just reaches down and grasps me in her hand. Lining me up with her entrance, she holds my stare as she slowly drops onto my cock. The sensation is otherworldly. Once she’s seated, she lets out a low moan and moves one of her hands to her breast.

Then she’s moving. Leaning forward, she rides me, squeezing me with her internal walls in some kind of insane rhythm. Every roll of her hips has me rushing closer and closer to oblivion. I was halfway there before we even got the condom on.

I reach out, palming the breast she left unattended. Pinching and rolling her nipple, I watch as my attention pulls gasps and moans from her. Eyes locked on me, Gia slows to drag out every second. I bring my thumb to the place where our bodies meet and let her movements drag it right against her clit.

Watching her move, watching her take everything she needs fills me with a satisfaction that merely fucking her could never give me. It’s the knowledge that everything she’s doing, everything she’s demanding from me right now, is because it makes her feel good.

And I love it. Something about this feels different and exciting and so hot. I don’t ever want it to stop.

“Henry, please.” She gasps and pitches forward to drag me into a searing kiss that has me melting into the mattress.

Her hips snap faster, and I grip one of her hips in one hand, leaving the other at her clit so I can get her where she needs to be. Hopefully fast. There’s a crackling stirring at the base of my spine, and my abdomen clenches with a need so strong I almost come.

“That’s it, babe.” The pet name slips out, and I barely process it, but I know I probably shouldn’t have said it. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever called anyone that. I don’t have the capacity to worry about it now.

She’s taken over, pinching her own nipple, and the sight of her head thrown back, mouth open in pleasure, almost makes my eyes go crossed.

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