Page 31 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

He laughs along with me. “It’s kind of nice to be able to talk about shit without wondering if you’ll judge me. Benefits of a one-night stand I guess.”

I hold up two fingers. “Two, but who’s counting? And I agree. But, Lucas, there’s a fine line between honesty and TMI.”

His abs shake with silent laughter. “I guess you know way more than you ever wanted about my masturbation habits, huh?”

My hand goes for his cock. “So I can do this now?”

His eyes close briefly and his head seems to float above his shoulders. “Oh, hell yes.”

I can’t completely wrap my hand around him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I pump him the best I can, wondering for a moment how any woman could fit that thing in her mouth.Could I? Would I want to?

“Fuck, that’s good,” he moans after I’ve worked him for a good minute or two. “Your turn again.”

I lie back flat and he pushes my legs apart, running a finger along my wet folds before sliding it inside me.

“Admit you think I’m hot and not just handsome.”

I look at him like he’s crazy.

“Come on, Ray, tell me you think I’m hot. I know you do. Your pussy doesn’t lie.”

My thighs squeeze together. The combination of his words and the low, growly timbre of his voice has me experiencing a quivering in my belly unlike anything I’ve felt before.

It registers that he called meRay. Nobody ever calls me that. Not after I insisted on it way back in middle school when I thought it sounded too manly. But, oh my, when he says it, it’s like sex on a stick. A big wet juicy lollipop on his lips. So I don’t bother correcting him.

“Say it,” he demands.

“You’re hot, okay? Jeez.”

He smiles, then dips his head and feasts on me.

There’s something about getting eaten out that is better than anything else a man could ever do to a woman. In comparing notes with friends, I’ve found that men don’t tend to frequent the area on me, a plus-size woman, as much as myslender friends get treated to it. Now I’m wondering if maybe it’s not my size. Maybe it’s just me. Is it possible I give off a vibe that tells them I’m not up for it?

Vibe or not, Lucas seems intent on being there and I’ve no plans to push him away. In fact it feels so good that…

Holy hell, is it going to happen?

… no, I don’t think so.

… well, maybe.

… ah, shit.

Like I’ve done more times than I can even count, I go through the motions, make the noises, squeeze my vag muscles, and gyrate my hips. Then, I still.

“Damn, woman.” He rises, lips glistening in the muted light.

I try to keep the guilt off my face. “Condom?”

“Coming right up.”

He hops off the bed and moments later I hear the tearing of the package. He rolls it on as I remember the conversation from earlier when I offered to get condoms.Do they make special sizes for guys like him?

“I lied,” he says, back on the bed and hovering over me. “I’m not going to last long.”

I giggle and reach around to grab his ass cheeks, encouraging him inside.

He slides in easily. Much more so than last time. I wonder if he notices too. He glides in and out, his groans of pleasure getting more frequent and louder with every thrust.

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