Page 422 of The First Time
I kiss Blake, holding on for dear life as he thrusts into me.
Yes. Oh hell yes.
He presses me against the wall, rocking into me harder and harder and harder.
There. Perfect. He digs his nails into my skin, shifting my hips so every thrust goes deeper. My bare chest presses against his. Our bodies still feel so good together. We're so good together.
This is damn perfect.
His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring it like it still fascinates him. I do the same. God knows he still fascinates me. I want to know everything there is to know about Blake—about his mind, his heart, his body. Especially his body.
I dig my nails into his back, and he groans into my mouth. I squeeze my legs around his hips, rocking against him. My clit slides over his pubic bone. It's a delightful bit of friction.
Pleasure whirs inside me. It winds tighter. Tighter.
I pull my lips away, tilt my head back, groan his name.
His next thrust pushes me over the edge. Bliss fills my body. Free fall. It's everywhere, all around me.
He holds me tighter.
His breath hitches as he moves faster, harder. His eyelids press together. Groans escape his lips.
He's almost there.
He squeezes me tighter. Presses me against the wall.
There.
An orgasm overtakes him. He groans, digging his fingers into my skin as he comes inside me.
I collapse into his arms. Still, he holds me tight, pressing me against the wall. I unhook my legs and plant my feet on the floor.
Blake runs his fingertips over my chin, tilting it so we're eye to eye. "I love you."
I press my lips to his. "I love you too."
* * *
After dinnerat the Thai restaurant down the street, we climb into the limo.
Blake pulls a blindfold from the seatback pocket and places it over my eyes. "The next destination is a surprise."
"What kind of surprise?"
He kisses my neck. "Not that kind. Not yet."
I lean back onto the bench seat. Okay. Our destination is a surprise, and we're not spending the trip having sex. "Want to give me a clue?"
"No."
I shake my head. "You're so difficult. I shouldn't put up with you."
"You shouldn't."
"Why do I?"
"My body."
