Page 23 of All It Takes

My gaze lifted to hers again. I tried to grasp some sort of rational thought that for some reason we shouldn’t do this. Any chance of being rational had gone up in smoke in the midst of our kisses.

We studied each other, and I idly wondered if maybe she had more sense than me. She blinked, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The mere sight of that sent a shot of blood straight to my cock.

“Tell me we should stop,” she said, her voice a husky rasp.

I sucked in a breath. “I was thinking maybe you should tell me that.”

She worried her lip. The sight of her slightly crooked teeth denting the pink, plush surface nearly elicited a growl from me. That was how much I wanted her.

She released her lip, much to my chagrin, until the corner of her mouth curled up in a sly, teasing, sensual grin. It was almost a dare.

One of her palms was curled on the side of my hip, just under the hem of my shirt. She’d already unbuttoned my jeans and freed my cock. I felt the throb of it, hungry for her touch.

“You need to take your shirt off,” she ordered.

I was excellent at following orders. From Tiffany, that was. I moved with alacrity, reaching behind my head and curling my fist around the back of my shirt before yanking it up and over my head. It fell to the floor. I didn’t wait to slide my thumb under the clasp of her bra, nestled in the valley between her breasts. Seconds later, it snapped loose, and her breasts tumbled free. I closed the distance between us. Her hips bumped into the counter behind her as our skin met. Her lashes swept down, and she took a shuddering breath.

“Fuck me,” I growled on the heels of a ragged breath.

“Please do.”

I sensed she was trying to tease me, but her words came out entirely serious.

Clinging to what little control I had, I opened my eyes before stepping back slightly and looking down. Her breasts were plump, her nipples deep pink and drawn tight to pebbled peaks. Dipping my head, I brought my mouth to one, teasing lightly with my tongue before letting my mouth close over it and sucking it in. I savored her sharp cry as I teased her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently.

Her palm curled around my shaft, stroking upward to draw a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I felt it rolling down along my length before her thumb swiped over the crown, smearing the moisture. I was already teetering on the edge of release.

I lifted my head, meeting her gaze, which was as needy and frantic as mine. I stepped back. In a rush, she shimmied out of her leggings as I shoved my jeans down just enough. I was about to lift her onto the counter before sanity reached me, for a moment breaking through the fog of fierce lust. I fumbled for my wallet in my back pocket, nearly dropping it before I tossed it on the counter and slipped out the one and only condom I’d ever carried in there.

It’s not like I was a busy guy, not lately. But old habits die hard. Years back, my mom had told me to always keep a condom in my wallet, so I did.

“Hurry,” she urged as I smoothed it on.

A moment later, I lifted her onto the counter, reaching between her thighs to find her slippery wet. Glancing down, I watched as her thighs fell open, and I teased my fingers at her entrance. She was pink, glistening with her arousal. I felt those claws of need so sharply it almost hurt.

“Hurry,” she demanded again.

I slid her hips to the edge of the counter. Our eyes locked together as I nudged forward, notching my cock at her entrance. I held still for a beat to ask, “Are you sure you want this?”

Her dark gaze held mine as she lifted her chin slightly. Her reply was almost a demand. “Yes. Now.”

I rocked forward slightly, and she curled her legs around my hips. I filled her in one swift thrust. Her tight, clenching core rippled around me. I clung to the thinnest thread of control as I tried not to let my release take over instantly. My voice was slurred as I murmured, “Fuck.”

“Please,” she panted as she rolled her hips against mine.

Time felt suspended, both rushed and slowed. All I knew was the feel of her skin against mine, her breasts brushing my chest with every rock of my hips into hers, and the tight fusion of our joining. Every thrust went deeper. I could feel her tightening around me, her release on the edge. Gripping her hip with one hand, I reached between us, teasing my fingers over the swollen bud of her clit.

One of her hands was at the base of my spine, and I felt the press of her fingers into my corded muscles as she cried out sharply, her entire body trembling.

I finally let go, the release that had been threatening for too many minutes snapping through me. The force of it was like something breaking free inside as I gasped her name.

ChapterSeventeen

TIFFANY

Sensation danced through my system like little sparks flickering. My heartbeat was still thundering, and I felt stripped raw, so awash in pleasure I almost couldn’t think past it. My mind was hazed. My senses gradually settled, and like the aftermath of a storm, the air was clear and crisp. I cataloged the small sensations—the feel of Wes’s palm curled over my hip, and his other one just on the inside of my thigh where I could feel the calloused surface of his fingertips. His muscled chest was a contrast to my soft curves. I savored the dusting of hair on his chest and how it slightly prickled against my skin. I could feel his heartbeat slowing along with mine.

I suddenly felt bashful, a surprising feeling. For me, sex was, well, just a thing you did. That was what hurt so badly about my friend because that was my first experience with really caring about someone. Until him, sex had been a practical exchange that hadn’t lived up to my expectations. I shoved those thoughts away. I felt vulnerable here and didn’t know how to defend myself against the urge to trust Wes.

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