Page 72 of Wasted On You

“Definitely,” she whispered as she straddled him. There was a predatory look on her face, and her grin was wicked. Her hand slid down between her legs, and she opened herself up so that every part of her was exposed to him. The visual sent a shot of desire through him that was so strong his body jerked. His cock ached for release, and he grabbed hold of it. As if that would help.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“I know.”

She slid her fingers over her clitoris, and he swore, sweat beading his body, his eyes glued to her pussy. His jaw was clamped down so tight it was painful.

“You like that?”

His answer was a grunt.

“Do you want me to keep doing this for as long as I can?”

He gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him, groaning as she sank onto his cock. “No,” he managed to say. “Let me.”

She began to rock, her body slowly moving against him, while his fingers found that nub of hers, and worked their magic. Ivy threw her head back and gasped, riding him like a champ, all in and perfectly in tune with his body.

There were no more words.

Her eyes found his, and the two of them watched each other as they climbed higher and higher, their bodies moving faster, slick from sweat, sex, and desire. It took everything to hold off, and Mike Paul knew when she was close. She bit her lip and groaned, her hands on her breasts, while she grinded against him. His thumbs pressed into her clitoris, and she rose suddenly, then sank back and cried out as an orgasm shot through her.

Mike Paul felt her tighten around him, and he let go. He came hard and fast, and when the aftershocks eventually faded, she fell forward onto him and sighed.

“That was…”

“I know,” he replied quietly, holding her trembling body.

They fell back together, and he pulled the covers up around them. Mike Paul cradled Ivy against his chest and listened as her breathing slowed and returned to normal. They stayed like that for a long time. So long that he had time to think. To remember. And suddenly, he sat up.

“What?” she asked, crawling to a seated position in front of him. “You don’t regret…” She looked away and shuddered. “This was intense, so I get it if you need some space.”

“No, that’s not it.” He whispered, holding her face between his hands. “We forgot to use a condom.

He saw the moment the realization hit her. “Oh,” she replied.

“I’m sorry. I got caught up in things and wasn’t thinking. I mean, you don’t have to worry or anything. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Well, not since I was sixteen and got busy with Beverly Grand in the back of her daddy’s Chevy.”

“Beverly Grand? Really?”

“I was sixteen.”

“She had to be at least twenty-four.”

“Twenty-six.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“If it was, I can tell you that sixteen-year-old me wouldn’t have cared.”

She pulled her knees up and rested her chin on top of them. Her skin was pink, flushed from their lovemaking, her lips bruised and swollen, and her hair was a tangled mess. If he had a camera handy, he’d take a picture because he didn’t want to forget this moment.

“It’s okay. It’s not the right time for me.”

“Right time?” What the hell did she mean by that?

“In my cycle. To make a baby. I’m sure we’re okay.”

“What if we’re not?” He watched her closely.

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