Page 97 of Time Loops & Meet Cutes
I set my hand on the top button of her sweater. As soon as she nods, I start fumbling with the button—and “fumbling” is the right word, but I do manage to undo it eventually. The next button goes slightly faster, and there’s a fascinating hitch in her breathing when I reach the third one. Once it’s been unfastened, I give up on the buttons for the time being and slide my hand under her sweater and bra; her nipple tightens beneath my hand. When her hips jerk against mine, I hiss out a breath as my erection settles between her thighs.
I really did mean to undo every single one of those buttons, but I decide that’s too much effort. I pull the sweater over her head, followed by her bra.
The great thing about my roommate being away for the weekend? I can do this in the living room, though I do intend to move to the bedroom soon.
Before I can set my hands on her breasts, my shirt is tugged off, and I love that she’s eager to remove my clothes. I grin dopily at her before I pull her naked chest against mine and plant my mouth on hers again.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, and she responds by pressing herself more firmly against my cock.
Okay, that’s it.
In one smooth motion—sort of—I stand up with her in my arms and walk us toward my bedroom. She laughs. As I set her on my bed and crawl up her body, I can’t stop myself from smiling.
I fumble, once again, with the button on her jeans and slide down the zipper. I watch her expression as I slip my middlefinger inside her. She goes taut, then relaxes into my touch with a groan.
Yeah, getting this woman undone is a gift.
She reaches into my pants and circles her hand around my erection, and now I’m the one groaning. In part because she’s humping my hand; she’s always put together in public, but now, she’s half-naked and desperate for me, and I feel powerful.
“I need…” she begins.
I slide down her body, pulling her jeans and panties with me, and set my mouth between her legs as she squirms. Somehow, I already know what she likes—and this is confirmed when she grips my hair and comes against my lips in no time at all.
“Good?” I say smugly as I crawl up her body.
“Condom?”
I’m perfectly happy with that response.
I shed the rest of my clothes before reaching into my bedside table. It takes a lot longer than it should to find the box of condoms because she starts stroking my cock. Once I tear open the packet, she slides down and takes me in her mouth. I close my eyes and growl… and then I open them so I can see her suck on me.
“You have to stop that,” I say.
“Why?” she asks saucily—a tone she’d never, ever deploy in public, but here, in my bed, it’s different.
“Because…” It’s too hard to find the words to finish that sentence, so I shuffle down the bed, away from her mouth, and roll on the condom.
She turns onto her back and spreads her legs wide.
I thought she’d be a little shyer in bed; I thought I’d have to coax her with compliments. Not, of course, that I would have tried to make her do anything she didn’t want to, and not that I won’t compliment her now anyway.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say, punctuating my words with a kiss.
Then I notch my cock at her entrance and slide inside.
Once I’m seated within her, I still, giving her a moment to get used to me, but when she presses her hips toward mine, I start moving.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes.”
Being inside her is pure joy and achingly familiar all at once.
I slow my pace so this isn’t over too quickly and kiss her lips, swallowing her need for me, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.
Why did she walk into my brewery?
I don’t know, and I don’t care.
I slip a hand under her ass and roll us over so she’s on top. Her surprised laughter turns to a cry as I tug one of her nipples into my mouth, using the barest hint of teeth before soothing it with my tongue. I can tell she likes that, so I do it again, but with the other nipple.
