Page 219 of Small Town Firsts
“I like wearing it,” I said instead, turning my cheek against the worn cotton and taking a nice big sniff of Seth’s sugar sex cologne.
“So don’t take it off.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me close. “I can do what I need to do over, under and through it.”
“That sounds promising. And filthy.”
“Filthy promises are the best, baby.”
The affectionate term made me cock my head at him. I was still Ally, he was still Seth. We fucked, but ‘baby’ was new.
He took that moment to grip my chin and haul my mouth to his. And like always, his lips were tender when everything else about him was hard.
Especially the stiff cock trapped in his jeans between us.
“I want you so much,” he said between kisses, and I nodded, because I got it. Every part of me was trembling to be with him again. Craving that instant when he’d slide inside of me and fill me up.
“But Laurie?—”
“Might wake up,” I finished.
“Come to bed.” He gave me a quick smack on the ass, making me laugh.
I skirted around the bed and got in while he quickly shed his jeans, boxers, and sneakers and followed suit.
Now what? Move toward him? Cuddle with my pillow? Wait for him to be bowled over by the sight of my collarbone revealed by the saggy collar of his T-shirt?
He didn’t suffer from such indecision, however. He just hooked his arm around my waist and dragged me closer, covering my mouth with his before I could so much as sigh.
“I need you,” he said, and I couldn’t argue. I needed him too. So much.
“Will do better later, promise,” he said, anchoring my leg over his hips. I wasn’t fully sure what he was apologizing for until the damp head of his cock rubbed against my slit. I bit my lip as he slid all the way in, relishing that stretch even as I winced.
“All right?” He frowned.
“You’re big.”
“God, I love virgins.”
“Not a virgin anymore, wise ass.” Slugging him in the chest while his cock was inside me was a new thing, but it fit us somehow.
As did him gripping my thigh and shifting me slightly on my back so he could thrust in and out, over and over, until I couldn’t do anything but dig my nails into his shoulders and try to hold on.
“Damn straight you aren’t a virgin.” He cupped my breast through his T-shirt, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Goddamn, woman, I love fucking you. If only I’d known.”
So many things nearly sprung from my tongue.
I knew. I always knew. At least I wished it could be like this with us.
But I didn’t say anything, just savored the way he was moving inside me. The rhythm he was building, stroke by stroke.
“Now this pussy is mine. This too.” His hand spanned over my belly and shock and pleasure and fear twined inside me, each fighting for dominance. “All fucking mine,” he said, staring straight into my eyes as he pulled back and sank home, deeper than before. He braced on one hand, rising above me, his muscled, tattooed chest glistening with sweat in the faint moonlight. “I’m gonna come inside you. So fucking deep.”
Part of me, the side that stayed safe behind a wall of sarcasm, shouted out a mental insult.
Yeah, yeah, so do it already so I can finally come too.
But the me who yearned to belong to him only nodded and moaned, scraping his back, jerking my hips to prod him to go harder, faster.
“God, Ally.” Desperately, he sucked on my breast through his T-shirt, getting the material all wet. My pussy throbbed in tandem with the nipple between his teeth. “You feel so damn amazing. Wanna fuck you over and over, fill you up with my kid. God, I want that.”
