Page 37 of Friends With Benefits

He marveled at her responsiveness, her incredible sensitivity, how hard she’d come in his mouth. Masculine pride, along with awe, appreciation and gratification at his incredible good fortune of having her—finally—swelled inside him.

Since the day he’d kissed her after helping her move to her new studio, she’d been in his thoughts and fantasies constantly. It had driven him crazy as he fought against the feelings he was having for her, wild with wanting her, infuriated that he could even think such things. His erotic dreams, full of images of kissing her, touching her, tasting her, turned into sweaty, gut-twisting nightmares of her with all those other guys she’d been dating.

“Are you okay?” He smoothed her hair off her face. She turned her head into his hand and kissed his palm and his hand stilled there. His heart lurched to a stop in his chest. Jesus. He was done.

“No,” she murmured. “I think I’m unconscious.”

He smiled, then frowned. He needed his wallet. He rolled off her and onto the floor, dragged his wrinkled pants over and fumbled in the pocket until he found what he needed.

When he returned to her she looked at him questioningly and he held up the little package.

“Oh.” She gave a small smile. He ripped it open and rolled the condom onto his throbbing cock, fumbling a bit in his high excitement.

He tried to swallow through an obstruction in his throat, his face hot. He moved between her legs, nudged her thighs apart with his knee, held his weight off her on his elbows, and paused.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her hands came up to clutch his body, slid down his sides to his hips and pulled him forward. She took him in one hand and stroked him, pulling down. He swelled uncontrollably, painfully. She shifted her hips and raised her knees, directing the head of his penis into her soft, wet heat.

He nudged into the warm, wet velvet of her sex. Tight and hot around his cock, she squeezed him inside her, pulling him in with her muscles. Jesus! How did she do that? The sensations were incredibly erotic, pleasure slamming from his groin to his toes, making him feel weak yet powerful, hard yet soft.

“All the way,” she urged him, tipping her hips even more, hands on his ass, pulling him into her. “I want you inside me. All of you.”

Her words inflamed him, scorched away his self-control, and he thrust into her hard, filling her all the way, the head of his shaft pressing against her womb and she shuddered beneath him, still urging him on with hands and inner muscles and whimpered pleas.

They came together as if they had wanted this, waited for this, forever. It felt right. It felt perfect.

He paused a moment, struggling for breath and control, his balls tight. He looked down at her and she opened her eyes at that exact moment. Satisfaction and pleasure darkened her blue eyes and her gaze caught his and trapped it. The moment seemed to freeze in time.

The pressure at the base of his spine exploded. He drew out and thrust in, again and again, lost, frantic, his urgent hunger for her desperately seeking satiety. Her eyes fell closed again, and he hid his face in her fragrant neck as he buried himself in her again and again, feeling the bite of her nails on his shoulders as she clutched him.

Pleasure roared through him and he poured himself into her, hot, reckless, groaning against her neck as he pulsed through an intense orgasm.

When the draining shudders ended, he carefully lowered himself onto her, taking some weight on his elbows so as not to crush her. Her hands moved over his back, damp with sweat. “God, Kerri,” was all he could say. She’d blown his fucking mind.

“Mmmm.”

They lay together, silent but for rasping breaths and pounding hearts. Then he turned his face to her neck and pressed a kiss to the soft skin there, breathing in her warm scent.

He rolled to his back, taking her with him, wanting to stay inside her. He was still semi-hard despite the heart-stopping orgasm he had just experienced. Christ, he felt like he’d been run over by a truck, yet he wanted more.

Kerri snuggled against him, her face on his chest, and he tightened his arms around her. A moment later her breathing slowed and, lifting his head, he could see she was asleep. He smiled wryly. Girls weren’t supposed to fall asleep after sex.

He stroked her hair, enjoying the feel of her body against his, her smooth legs twined with his, her silky hair, her warm breath on his chest. Oh man. Why had they waited so long?

He let out a long slow breath, his gut clenching in realization of what they’d done. Not that he regretted it. God, that had been the best sex of his life.

But now what was going to happen to them?

Chapter Fifteen

Mitch had barely left Sunday afternoon when Liam called to arrange their dinner date that evening. Kerri was distinctly unenthusiastic about seeing him after what had just happened. But she and Mitch hadn’t had that talk they were going to, and she didn’t know exactly what had just happened. There had been no words of love or commitment, and she wasn’t sure she wanted that anyway. It was Mitch.

She had no idea what was going on between them. Sure, he’d left her with a warm kiss on the mouth and a hand sliding caressingly over her butt, but what did that mean?

They were friends. Now they were friends with benefits. She grimaced at the expression she hated. What else to call it? Fuck buddies? Was that what they were now?

So she found herself agreeing to meet Liam at seven for dinner.

She glanced at her watch and had to get moving to get to the spa. She’d arranged to meet someone there that afternoon, while the spa was closed, one of her clients who was a photographer. In exchange for some free yoga classes, Neta had agreed to take some pictures to put on the website. Despite Sela’s assertion that they needed a professional, Kerri had decided to try her hand at working on it. Although she knew she could do it, she also knew that taking professional-quality digital photographs was beyond her talents.

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