Page 73 of Hitting the Gap

“No, you’re not,” he said, then sucked her firmly into his mouth.

“Fu…uck,” she moaned. The orgasm that she’d thought had been over rocketed up again and over the edge. All she could do was hang on.

Bailey closed her eyes and gasped to catch her breath. When she felt like she could finally speak, she peeled her eyes open to see a very smug Gonzo kneeling between her legs.

“Okay, I take it back. She clearly wasn’t faking.”

He grinned. “Told ya.”

Bailey allowed herself to look her fill of his body. Her gaze lingered on his hard cock. After that orgasm, she should be done, but she wasn’t even close. She crooked her finger toward him. “Get up here and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened. “Gladly.”

He leaned over and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he sheathed himself. Gonzo winked at her knowingly, then moved back between her legs. Bailey shifted her hips and closed her eyes when she felt his hard cock against her skin. He positioned himself at her entrance and paused. She opened her eyes to find Gonzo looking down, watching her. Once they crossed this line, there was no going back.

Bailey threaded her hands through his hair and smiled as she pressed her hips against him, drawing him inside. That was all the invitation he needed. Gonzo thrust into her, filling her completely.

“Jesus,” he groaned and touched his forehead against hers to give her a second to adjust to his size. “You feel incredible.”

“So do you.” She closed her eyes and moved her hips, seating him further.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I gotta move.”

“Please do,” she gasped.

Gonzo pulled back and thrust into her slowly, drawing out the sensation. Bailey wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned when he hit exactly where she needed. “Right there,” she told him.

He swiveled his pelvis, and her eyes rolled back in her head. How did he do that? How did he hit her g-spot and her clit at the same time? That wasn’t even possible, was it? It sure as hell never had been before. It was like his body was made for hers.

Gonzo’s mouth crashed against hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, matching the movement on his hips.

She curled her hands into his hair and dug her heels into his ass as she held on, matching him stroke for stroke.

Her orgasm built. Holy shit, she’d never come from intercourse before. She hadn’t thought it was possible. Clearly it was. Needing air, she broke their kiss. “Oh my god, Gonzo,” she gasped.

“Right there with you, Bay, holy shit,” he grunted.

He grabbed her hips and the angle changed slightly. She hadn’t thought it could feel any better than it had. “Gonzo,” she groaned as an orgasm tore through her.

He continued to thrust several more times before his back tensed and he shuddered against her with his own release.

Gonzo’s hands fell from her hips and he dropped onto the mattress beside her. He chucked the condom in the trash can beside the bed, then reached out and pulled her against him.

Bailey curled into him, resting her head against his chest. Her mind raced. A direct contrast to how satiated her body felt. What was she supposed to say after he’d just destroyed any preconceived ideas she’d had about what good sex felt like?

After several seconds, he finally spoke. “Why have we not been doing that before now? Jesus, Bailey.”

Thank god, he was feeling what she was. She relaxed into him, snuggling in to get more comfortable. “No kidding. Probably a good thing we didn’t know that back in high school or we might not have graduated.”

Gonzo snorted. “No shit. I’m not sure I want to leave this bed ever again.” He reached down and grabbed her leg and pulled it over his body so she was half on top of him, half beside. “Who knew you were a snuggler after sex?” she teased.

“I’m normally not.” He kissed the top of her head. “I think you broke me.”

Bailey giggled. “You don’t sound too upset about it.”

“After that orgasm? No, I’m definitely not upset.” He sighed and pulled her tighter. After a couple minutes, his breathing leveled out and she was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep.

Should she stay? Should she go? He hated when women tried to stay over. She knew that, but was it different with her? Bailey chewed her bottom lip as all her old insecurities rushed back.

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