Page 13 of Hooking Up
Fuck.
His name rolls off my lips.
It makes his groan lower. Louder.
The tension in my sex builds with every thrust and brush of his thumb.
It winds tighter and tighter.
"Harder," I breathe.
He digs his nails into my thigh as he drives into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Mmm.
A few more thrusts and I'm there.
All that tension winds tighter than I can take. Then everything releases.
A wave of pleasure rocks through me.
My sex pulses. It pulls him closer. Makes him groan.
I moan his name as I come.
My grip on the sheets releases. My arms go slack.
"On your back." He pushes me flat on the bed.
I spread my arms. My legs. Arch my back.
He places his body on top of mine. One hand on my hip. The other on my shoulder.
With one quick motion, he drives inside me.
The weight of him pushes me into the bed.
It feels good. Safe. Comforting.
It's just physical. Just sex. It doesn't mean anything. You're never going to see him again.
I can't push the thoughts away.
This is too intimate. Too good.
I rock my hips to meet him.
He drives into me.
His movements get faster.
He loses control of his breath. Pulls me closer. Groans into my neck.
He's almost there.
And I need him there.
"Come for me." The words fall off my lips. A wave of nerves follow, but they disappear with his next thrust.
