Page 54 of Dirty Dancer

“Hmm?”

She dipped her hands lower and she gripped the base of my cock, I closed my eyes. The slow glide of her caress had my ballsdragging up and I swore I was ready to blow. So not ready to be done right now.

“We can do this as many times as we want,” she murmured. “Fast or slow. Whatever you’re ready for.”

She was right. She was absolutely right, but I wantedher. I wanted to love her the way I’d imagined from the first time I’d seen that pretty pussy standing there naked, bruised, and proud.

Boo-Boo was a fighter. She was our fighter.

I covered her hand and she released me at the contact. “Out of the shower.” Fucking against a shower wall sounded good. So did the counter, the floor, and even the door—but we had a bed. Boo-Boo’s bed, and I wanted to do this right.

In no time she shut off the shower, and I snagged a towel to pass to her before I ran one over me. Heat raced through me and my skin was so tight. The fact my heart raced had me doing a breathing exercise.

It wasn’t until I hit a full minute that I opened my eyes again. Boo-Boo stood right there, waiting. Her soft brown eyes held me captive. That air of fragility was there, vulnerable and open. It was easy to forget sometimes just how tiny she was compared to us, and she always made me feel taller, bigger, better.

“Still good?” She lifted her chin.

I cupped her cheek. “You shouldn’t have to ask me that.” I had my breathing under control.

“But I did ask. I’ll ask for every single step we take. I want to know you’re okay. I want this to be good for you.”

“It already is,” I promised her and when I dipped my head to kiss her, she met me halfway. The tease of her tongue against mine was an offering to a dying man in a desert. Or maybe the starving one who’d been hiding in the city forever.

Not hiding anymore.

Not hidingagain.

The longer the kiss went on, I almost forgot the plan to move. Then she dug her nails into my shoulder, the bite of them penetrated the lust-fueled haze drowning me. I lifted my head. “Bed,” I said belatedly and her smile was everything.

I had no idea which of us moved first or if we just moved together. One minute we were at the door and the next at the bed. Then I was collapsing down against her, but not falling on her. I didn’t want to squash her. Then her mouth fused with mine again. When she wrapped her legs around my hips it just let me glide against her. The rocking of my hips against hers threatened to blow my load before I had my first feel of slipping inside of her.

It took effort to break the kiss and lift my head, but Boo-Boo was right there. Her lips glistened, her cheeks flushed and her eyes were dark. There was a breathlessness to her.

“One last thing…since you came here, I haven’t touched another woman. Even the ones I tried to fuck before, it was always away from me. I got off, then left. I’ve never been a very good lover. I never wanted anyone to touch me.”

She stroked her hand through my hair. “I know.”

“Now I never want anyone to touch me who isn’t you.” I sealed that declaration with a kiss. Our hands met on my cock and I don’t know which of us lined me up, but once I was there, she went still. This was for me, it was my move.

Pulling back, I raised up enough just to see her eyes. I wanted to see them as I sank into her.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered. “You have to push.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I do.” As much as I meant to ease in, I surged forward and she took every inch of me. It was the sexiest, wettest, sweetest grip ever as her cunt wrapped around me.

“Oh…” Her gasp was a boon to my ego, but I didn’t need that so much as I wanted to just drink in her responses. Then I was moving, the pound of my hips against hers was a wild rhythm,but she met me stroke for stroke. I braced my hands above her head.

I didn’t want to send her up the bed or lose contact from her anywhere. The lightest of caresses when she slid her fingers between us and touched where I slid into her and then I recognized it. She teased her clit and her smile grew wider.

She’d meant it when she said we had all the time to get this right. Then her cunt seemed to tighten and ripple around me as the first wave of her orgasm hit. It was enough to detonate mine. My spine went liquid and my balls dragged up. I came with a shout.

It was like losing myself, I came in sharp, fast spurts and she held me in that velvet glove of her body. Then she was wrapped around me and holding me tighter. I had no idea how long we lay there, but I couldn’t quite get past the wonder of it.

The wonder of her.

I buried my face against her throat as she stroked my hair and cradled me with her body. An eternity passed before I raised my head and she was right there, waiting for me.

“All the time, right?” I whispered and my voice came out rougher than I expected. “And anything?”

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