Page 34 of Love Like Lightning

Fucking up into her, I press against her clit, and feel her pussy flutter and finally clench around me. Gia gasps and keeps her head thrown back as she fucks me even harder. As she reaches her peak, I go off. Fire spreads from the base of my spine through my whole body. My eyes slam shut, and stars spark against the black. All I feel is her, and an immeasurable amount of pleasure.

I’m panting when my body finally stills under her. She gives a couple of half-assed rolls of her hips, and I’m so sensitive that I almost whimper. Finally, she lets out a long sigh and collapses on top of me. Bringing my arms around her back, I hold her close and breathe her in. The scent of sweat and sex clings to both of us. I nuzzle her neck, then plant one kiss and another before just lingering with my lips touching her skin.

After a minute or two—hell, it could’ve been an hour for all I know—she sits up again. Her inner walls clench once around my softening cock, and this time I do whimper.

I look up and see a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, and I swear she squeezes down on me again just to see what I’ll do.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I growl, gripping her hips tight.

Smirking, she slowly pulls off of me and plants a kiss in the middle of my chest. She’s so confident and comfortable with me, even though this is only our second meeting, and it has a warm feeling filling my chest.

“No, just taking notes.”

“Oh? Notes? Did you have any from last time?” I want to know about all of these mental notes she’s apparently been taking. I stand up, remove the condom, and tie it off before chucking it in the trash.

Holding up a finger, she heads back to the bathroom and shuts the door. After a minute, I hear the faucet running and then she’s back. She makes a pit stop at the dresser and pulls out a pair of panties and one of her many sleep shirts. She slips them both on, then comes back to the bed and slips under the covers.

Trying not to overthink it, I find my boxer briefs, slip them on, and join her in bed.

“You like it when I take control. That was the biggest one. And you like when I use my nails, like when my hands are in your hair. Or on your thigh,” she tells me matter-of-factly, and for a second I just gape at her.

I don’t know that I’d verbally claim either of those things. But thinking about it, yeah, she’s totally right.

“Am I wrong?” A deep groove appears between her eyebrows, and she purses her lips.

“No, no. I guess. I don’t know. I’ve never really been with anyone for any length of time, so I’ve never really had anyone tell me what they thought I was into.”

“Any length of time being more than a night?” Her question isn’t accusatory but probing.

“More or less, yeah.”

“This is now kind of a two-night stand.” She says what I’m thinking.

I hum in agreement, not really sure what to say.

Yeah, this is technically a two-night stand, but right now I’m thinking of all the ways I could convince her into extending it far past that.

The thought scares me a little. But not enough to stop me from pursuing her. Maybe Hank and Betty were right.

Why wouldn’t I date her?

14

Gianna

Henry leaves early in the morning like he said he would, but not before kissing me goodbye. Even half asleep, I’m keenly aware of how familiar and intimate the move is.

I sleep for a few more hours, then roll out of bed and take a moment to stretch out my sore muscles. There’s an ache between my legs that’s more pleasure than pain. When I finally make it to the bathroom to shower, I catch my reflection in the mirror.

My cheeks are starting to hurt. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since I ran into Henry yesterday. I swear I smiled in my sleep.

Going about my usual routine, I shower, get dressed, and dry my hair straight. I scarf down a random granola bar that was living at the bottom of my carry-on, so I won’t get hangry during this meeting. I check the time on my phone to make sure I have some time to put on a little bit of makeup before Cam and I need to head out, then return to the bathroom to swipe on some mauve lipstick and a little mascara. I’m capping the lipstick when I hear two hard knocks at my door. I toss it on the counter and rush over to let Cam in.

“Hey, just gotta grab my shoes and I’ll be good to go.” I let him in, noting his dark gray suit. It looks like Henry wasn’t the only one who spent part of last night ironing.

“Will you be wearing those death traps again?”

He leans against the door, looking broody and tired.

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