Page 114 of Friend Me

“I want—I want to come inside you the first time. Is that okay?”

I kissed the side of his cock. “I’m on board for that. First time, second time, third time. We have all night to get creative.”

His dick jumped. Before I could kiss it again, he ripped the packet and rolled the condom down over his length. “It’s up to you, Princess.”

He meant it was one thing for him to bring me to orgasm with his fingers and his tongue. And for us to be naked together, even for me to have given him those few intimate licks. But this was different. Joining our bodies was a step beyond friendship, even friends who’d messed around a little.

I’d already given him my heart. I’d give him my body, too.

On my knees, I walked up to straddle his hips. I lifted up and guided the tip to my entrance. He watched me, those hazel eyes dark and hooded, as I sank slowly onto him. I was ready and wet, and I’d had lots of practice with The Tyler; still, I took my time as I lowered over him until my hips met his. We both sighed, complete.

“Just a second.” I wanted to capture this moment, this memory. Etch it onto my brain so I could take it out and resavor it. I clenched around the fullness and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. Would this be my last first sex? I hoped so. I’d never thought Tyler was a Prince Charming, but I knew now he was perfect for me. Better than the fairy tale.

Slowly, I began to rock my hips. He stayed still, letting me direct the action. He rested his hands on the swell of my ass, squeezing a little, either to steady me or to keep from ravaging me with his hands. I trailed my fingers over his pecs down to his abs. “Is this okay?”

“So good.” He squeezed his eyes shut, but they flew open a second later like he didn’t want to miss anything. “You focus on you. I’m doing great.”

I stopped moving and slapped my hands onto my thighs. “No.”

“No?” He blinked the haze from his eyes.

“We’re not doing that. You’re not going to put your own pleasure, your own happiness, second anymore. We’re partners. We do what’s good for both of us.”

His playful dimple disappeared. “Marlee.” His voice cracked on my name. He ran his hands from my hips up to my back and urged me down onto his chest, wrapping me up in an embrace. He kissed my temple. “No one’s ever—” He heaved a sigh.

“I know, baby. But it’s time you realize you deserve more.”

His arms, his body, tightened around me. It was just under my cheek, so I kissed his tattoo.

With one athletic bunching of his muscles, he rolled us so I was on my back and he hovered over me, still inside me. “I can’t—I can’t be gentle. Not right now.” His eyes had gone from dark to wild.

The thrill started from the place we were joined and shivered all the way to the ends of my hair splayed on the bed. “I don’t want gentle. I only want you. Just as you are.”

He levered down to kiss me, thorough and demanding like a duke in one of my historical romances. But like the heroine, I was feisty, and I kissed him right back, making my own demands.

Lifting, he watched my face as he pulled out and thrust back in. The second time, pleasure flashed inside me like a pulsar, rhythmic. A few thrusts later, I warmed inside and curled around him. “Don’t stop.”

“Never, Princess.” He bent and nipped me right where my neck joined my shoulder. Then he rolled his hips, brushing against my swollen, sensitive clit.

I went full supernova. Clenching every muscle, I clawed at his straining ass and cried out his name. He rammed inside one more time and stilled, a look of bliss frozen on his face. But instead of collapsing on top of me, he planted a kiss on my forehead, another on the tip of my nose, on my lips, my chin. He peppered kisses on every part of me he could reach. “I love you, Marlee.”

I giggled when he tickled me with a kiss on my ribs. “You’re just saying that because of all the endorphins.”

He stopped kissing me and pushed up again. “Nope. I love you. With or without the endorphins.”

I smiled. “We’ll see.”

He pulled out, gripping the condom. “Be right back.”

A minute later, he returned, smelling like my floral hand soap. Lifting the covers, he slid into bed beside me. “I still love you, Marlee.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of afterglow? Endorphins can last for hours.” I snuggled up next to him and tangled my legs with his. “The real question is, will you still love me when I’m cranky?”

“Like, when you’re about to get your period and you snarl at everyone, including Jackson?”

“What?” I moved my feet back onto my side of the bed.

His blissful expression dimmed. “Oh, I mean, I totally didn’t notice that. But if I did, I’d bring you chocolate and still love you.”

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