Page 215 of Trading Paint

I looked deeply into her eyes and saw the apprehension melt into raw unconcealed lust. Her hands slid down the planes of my body and came to rest at the base of my spine. My mind was hazy as I struggled to hold onto what remained of my control. I pulled back hesitantly, shaking with the effort, and slid smoothly in—her wet skin massaging me the whole way. Sway panted heavily in my ear, and the scorching heat of her breath intensified the sensations elsewhere. She pulled at my waist, encouraging my movements and spurring me on. It all felt so good...I wanted more of her...wanted more of the pleasurable sensations.

I completely lost the ability to form a coherent thought as her mouth, tongue and hands moved around me.Never in my life had something feltsogood as when I entered her.Nothing.

Not even the first time I discovered how good bleeding your pressure valve was when I was thirteen. And never in my life had I imagined this moment to be so intense, so consuming. I never wanted the feeling to end.

It took every single ounce of self-control I could rally not to lose myself the moment I was inside of her—completely lost in it for a long moment, clutching her tightly to me with my hands on her upper arms.

She gasped, her body tensing around me.

I froze, not that I’d moved yet anyway but so much as breathing seemed wrong.

“Are you all right? Should I stop?”

Sway nodded, holding on to me tighter. Kissing her, I poured everything I had into those kisses, wanting her tofeelthe love I had for her even if I couldn’t tell her.

I held her hands above her head against the pillow before hitching her leg further, my head dipped down to whisper low and seductively in her ear.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” I panted as I slowly began to move.

Sway moaned, her mouth finding my own as her chest arched into me, responding willingly to every movement. Her kisses were urgent and full of passion, igniting the burning desire I already had for her.

Trailing kisses down her jaw, throwing her head back, she moaned again while her tiny hands caressed me. It was agony to go slow, but it was the only way. Just the friction, the warmth of her around me was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“You like that?” I realized right about now, I was panting like a fucking idiot. I couldn’t have looked any more out of control. It was ridiculous. Talk about losing all dignity. I could race six hundred miles but I couldn’t keep my breathing under control when it came to Sway and being inside her.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned again, her eyes squinted shut in pleasure. “Harder.”

Pleasure shot through my spine and between my legs.

I chuckled. “Honey, that I can do,” I growled in her ear. “Ride my camshaft.” I flipped her over so I could see all of her. The faint light from the rising sun shined down through the break in the curtains. Her skin glowed as if she was on fire. “So you like car talk, huh?” I asked taking a firm hold on her hips.

“Yes,” her back arched at the confession, throwing her head back.

For someone who hated to have anything on his skin, I loved the wetness seeping from her onto me, coating me. “I can tell you like car talk by all this assembly lube.”

She started moving faster, I gazed at her wanting this to last forever. This beautiful creature moving against me was mine, for tonight anyway and I didn’t want it to end. “Ah honey, slow down...pleaseslow down,” I moaned nonsensically, fighting my orgasm back. She did thankfully with a giggle, but it didn’t stop us from dirty talking.

Once the dirty talking increased, I found it harder and harder not to come. Not wanting this to end, I fought for control. There were no guarantees once this was over. This could be it for us, the only time we’d ever truly share ourselves with one another. I didn’t want that to end.

She didn’t like the level the dirty talking reached at one point and finally yelled, “Okay shut up.” She slapped me. “Justfuckme already!”

Oh Jesus, that’s not helping my control.

I fucked her all right. Judging by her moans and downright screams—I’d say she was enjoying this. My mouth quirked into a small smile as one of my eyebrows rose arrogantly when I was sure her moans could be heard outside this hotel room.

That just earned me another slap to my shoulder. “You shut up.”

Every move she made my body came alive, the burning sensation spinning out of control. Beads of sweat were running down my body, the heat was unbearable.Having her that close, all around me, was suffocating me in the most intoxicating way.Gasping for breaths, I was completely overcome by this and annoyed with myself that I couldn’t pull get my shit together and act normal.

And though we were connected, it still wasn’t enough. Moving inside her wasn’t enough, I had the urge to crawl inside her and stay there. I could feel emotions stirring inside me that had never been let out before because really, I’d never done something like this before. As much as it appeared to be just sex betweendrunkpeople, it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Not with two people that spent their whole lives growing closer and closer until they didn’t know each other apart from one another. It could never be just sex.

The way she moved, the sounds, the feelings...it was too much. When her back arched again, her legs tightening around me, I lost it.

“Oh god Sway,” I grunted in a loud gasp against her shoulder. “fuck...I’m sorry...can’t hold on any longer...”

My orgasm hit me hard, wrenching jerking waves. Dropping my head to the pillow, I let go completely. I faintly registered Sway crying out against me, her fingertips dug forcefully into my skin, holding me against her. The tidal wave washed over me, crumbling but I could feeleverysensation. It was by far the best orgasm of my life.

As soon as I pulled out of her, I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t want to stop and that was a problem. A strange tangle of emotions ran through me in that moment. I was okay with not wanting to stop. We could have more, right? If anyone, I could have more with her.

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