Page 69 of More Than Chemical
My hips gyrated in the same rhythm, and my head crashed back into his pillow as I whimpered. I peeked down at him and saw him moving lower…and then a flood of sensations almost suffocated me.His tongue. On me.It was hot and breathy, wet and soft. My insides were pulsing, and as much as I wanted to keep moving my hips, I restrained myself, afraid he couldn’t stay latched on if I did.
The headiness inside me grew stronger, the weightlessness of my body more prominent.
But then he sat up and fumbled for the condom. “I’m sorry, Ade, I can’t wait.”
Yes, I wanted to scream.Yes.He’d already waited far too long.
He tore the foil wrapper, and I got a quick glimpse of him rolling on the condom. “You want to crawl up on top of me?”
I swallowed. There was no way I was going to get into the saddle when I’d never had a riding lesson in my life. I wasn’t sure it was going to work. I wasn’t sure how to make him fit.
So I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me. “Next time.”
He didn’t protest. Especially when I wrapped a leg around his waist.
Then he entered me, slowly and achingly. My body stretched around him, and he moaned.
I expected a sharp sting or a stabbing pain, but there was nothing like that.
We were kissing again, moving together. He was thrusting deep inside me, filling me with a need I’d never felt before.
“You feel so good, Ade,” he whispered against my mouth. “So tight.”
I was grinding against him, wanting as much as I could get.
He withdrew so only his tip remained inside me. He sucked on his thumb and then slipped it in between my legs.
“Yes,” I pleaded. “Yes.”
He plunged back inside me.
I was on the edge. Hot pleasure kept growing.
He sped up.
I tried to catch him, but I was too far behind.
His last strokes were reckless, and then he shuddered inside me.
My heart was beating so loud it roared in my ears.
So close to the release of oxytocin that I needed. But not quite.
Twenty-Four
Epic Failure
While Dallas breathed heavily next to me, I remained wide awake.So much for sex equals sleep.
I didn’t blame him. I blamed myself. I probably shouldn’t have expected my first time to be good enough to work magic. I guess I should have taken his offer to ride him and maybe that would have helped me.
I untangled myself from Dallas’s arms and put on my clothes and his flip-flops. Maybe it all was a bust, because I had to pee. I clomped to the door.
Dallas’s voice stopped me. “Where you going?”
“To the bathroom,” I said.
He sat up, the sight of his chest giving me a hot flush of desire. “But you’re coming back, aren’t you?”
