Page 47 of Every Inch of You
I stared up at the ceiling, from the same place on my bed where I had been agonizing over the fact that Brad Mitchell refused to kiss me, just a month earlier.All good things to those whowait.
When he got up to take off his shirt and pants, I told him to lie back. He seemed confused. He was so used to being adoer.
“Just lie back and close your eyes. Let me do this foryou.”
I kneeled on the bed next to him, removed his underwear and started to work his shaft with both hands. I went slowly, eventually inviting his balls to the party. We were always so hungry for each other when we had sex, I wanted to make a meal out of bringing him to the brink for once. I didn’t expect to be so turned on from watching him enjoy what I was doing to him. I basically massaged his genitals for about ten minutes, before finally stroking his perineum with the fingers of onehand.
He immediately groaned and his whole body tensed up. “Oh God, that feels amazing. Keep doing that. Oh my God, Viv. Oh,Baby.”
It was the first time he had called me “Baby” and I lovedit.
In the moonlight, I watched the muscles of his torso tense and release, tense and release. He was so achingly beautiful. The look on his face—his eyes still closed—was so sexy and strong but alsovulnerable.
He growled as he sat up and rolled over to get a condom out of his jeans. “I need to come inside youimmediately.”
I wished he wouldn’t use a condom, but I wasn’t going to bring it upagain.
I stayed on my hands and knees, facing away from him, and he was inside of me within seconds. He sounded so relieved, and he was more urgent thanusual.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said. His voice was hoarse, so deep andmasculine.
He was slamming into me with tremendous vigor, holding onto my shoulders. I didn’t have a headboard so I put my hands onto the wall for resistance. I was so wet, but the size and hardness of him, the pressure of it was almost too much. I criedout.
He started to come. He was groaning but I could tell he was restraininghimself.
“You can be loud—no one will hearus.”
“Oh God I want toscream.”
“You can scream! My neighbor’s hard ofhearing!”
He let loose, with a resounding sexy barbell powerlifting kind of release, and we were both so loud, our voices echoed around theroom.
He collapsed onto my back, holding onto my breasts, his face buried in myhair.
It took a long time for us to steady our breathingrates.
He kissed my shoulders. “Holy shit,” hesaid.
“Yeah. Holyshit.”
Later,in bed, I lay my head against his beautiful chest, his arm was wrapped around me, absentmindedly stroking my bum. I loved that he had gotten so comfortable with touchingme.
“You’ve had a lot of sex, haven’tyou?”
“Well. I was a late bloomer, as you know. I guess I made up for losttime.”
“Who was yourfirst?”
“A woman atcollege.”
“At Lewis &Clark?”
“Yeah. Mycollege.”
“A woman or agirl?”
“A gradstudent.”
