Page 55 of On The Rocks

Fucking hell.

His other hand moved to my hip, then he moved around to cup my ass. He snaked his two middle fingers between my cheeks and down deep. Lost to the pleasure, I tipped forward until he could slide into my wetness.

“So fucking wet for me,” he panted against my mouth. “From just rubbing on me, darlin’?”

“Rock hard for me for the same reason?”

He groaned as I tightened my hold. “Always hard for you. From that first day when I jumped over the bar to fix that tap.” He laughed against my mouth as he grunted when I did a little twist with my grip. “You were spitting mad at me.”

“I make the rules who is in my space.” I brought my hand up to lick my palm to stroke him again.

“And now I’m allowed in your space?” He smiled against my mouth. “In all your warm, hot spaces?”

I chuckled. “You want inside me?”

“Like air.”

My heart raced at his words.

It was just the lust talking.

I reached around him to drag at his sweats to get him free. He lifted his hips, and we laughed as we fumbled out of the last of our clothes and kicked them to the floor.

“Oh, shit. Wait.” He curled his arms around me and scooted to the end of the couch for the sweatpants. He groaned at our full body contact.

No cotton between us now.

His or mine.

Just a little bit of a different angle and he’d slip right in. Distraught at waiting another minute, my voice became even huskier. “What, you want to put them back on?”

He laughed as he dug into a pocket. “No, but I gotta put this on.”

I snatched the condom from him and tore it open. “I do love a man who thinks ahead.”

“Dreams ahead,” he countered as he collapsed against the back of the couch. He groaned out an oath as I gripped the tip of the latex and rolled it down his swollen length.

I rose onto my knees, eager as I dragged the tip of his cock along my clit once, then twice before I shivered.

He dropped back his head and a long, belabored, “fuck,” rolled through his chest.

I looked down at the shadows and the sheen of sweat that gathered along his lower belly. The trimmed hair at the base of his cock, slightly coarse along my hand as I tucked him inside of me, holding him at the threshold of my pussy with a quick, indrawn breath before taking him fully inside of me.

The invasion was breath-stealing.

All the teasing, all the sweet words, all the endless touches had created this moment.

There was only one first time with a man. The anticipation burned and bloomed inside of me.

I lifted my gaze and locked with his. His eyes were dark with need and every muscle in his glorious body was tight—including the one filling me up so perfectly.

I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and started to move.

He gripped my hips, dragging me tighter against him until there was no space between us. Just heat and fullness and the most glorious angle.

He lifted a hand to the back of my head and covered my mouth to invade there, as well. I gave up the pretense of space and wrapped around him as he drove up inside of me again and again.

Sweat-slick skin added to the overwhelming friction as we chased the end.

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