Page 32 of Ask for Moore
“Better than usual?” Waverly bit her lip, like maybe she was embarrassed she asked the question and regretted having said it out loud.
“Yes.” I gave a firm nod, cupping her ass and adjusting the angle of her hips as I stroked in and out of her tight, hot slit. “Last night was the best I’ve ever had, even though I tried to hold back because I didn’t want to hurt you. But this?” I punctuated my words with another deep thrust. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before. This feels absolutely incredible. It’s on a whole other level of pleasure, having you wrapped around me with absolutely nothing between us.”
Waverly’s plush lips curved into a smile of pure feminine satisfaction, and a sort of fierce pride glittered in her eyes as she dropped her arms around my shoulders and locked her legs around my waist, helping me hold her up.
“I’m glad I could be the one to give you this. That I’m the first woman you’ve ever not used a condom with.” She kissed my jaw, her soft lips brushing against my beard. “You made last night, my first time, so special for me. I love that there’s something I could do to make this morning just as special for you.”
Her voice, husky with desire, and the almost victorious glow in her expression, made me ache with the need for release. But I wanted to take my time and enjoy every second of having her wrapped around me with nothing between us. What we were doing felt far too good to rush things. I wanted to draw it out, make it last as long as I possibly could while still leaving us enough time for her to make her appointment.
“Condom or not, it is special.” I kissed her again, my tongue stroking against hers in perfect unison with my carefully measured strokes. I loved the feel of her, the way our bodies fit together perfectly as if they were always meant to be like this. I didn’t think I ever wanted this to stop.
Eventually, Waverly broke our kiss and leaned up to nip my earlobe like I did hers earlier. “I’m so close to coming, Ryland.” Her husky whisper hit me like a freight train, and my balls tightened in response. “I want you to come with me. Please.”
Her words stole my breath, and I had to pause for a second to keep from losing it. I loved the idea of mutual pleasure, of focusing on trying to ensure that we both came together. Bending my head, I kissed her hard as I worked to regain control.
“I’ll do my best, queenie.” I pulled out and plunged back into her, reveling in the feel of her wet heat clinging to my hard shaft. “You feel so damn good. It’s hard not to lose it right now.”
Waverly kissed my neck and moaned, wiggling her hips in response. “Do I really feel that good?”
“Sweetheart, good doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel. More like amazing. Or perfect. I never want this to stop.” Dragging in a deep breath, I nipped her bottom lip as I continued my measured, perfectly controlled strokes. “Does it feel good for you, too?”
“Yes. So much, yes.” She tightened her legs around my waist as if to reassure me. “Even better than last night, which I didn’t even think was possible until I felt you inside me with nothing between us.”
Groaning, I gritted my teeth and gripped her ass, helping her meet my thrusts. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to lose every single shred of self-control I have.”
Waverly arched a brow at me with a mischievous grin. “Is that a threat or a promise, counselor?”
“Definitely a promise.” I popped one of her ass cheeks to underscore the playful growl and drove myself inside her at the same time.
“Do it.” Waverly panted the order against the hollow of my throat. “Lose it and make us both come, Ryland. Now, please.”
Gritting my teeth, I grunted as I let go of the self-control I’d been clinging to so tightly. Then I lost myself in the delicious feel of her, so impossibly hot and tight and slick around me. I pounded into her, over and over, with a ferocity I didn’t even realize I possessed until her inner walls clamped around me. It only took a few more strokes before we were both screaming and shaking under the shower’s hot spray.
I squeezed my eyes shut, completely consumed by the feeling of exploding inside her while she came for me.
“Yes!” She arched against me, riding out her orgasm on my cock. Chasing her pleasure.
As I panted, my breaths completely ragged, I finally pulled out and leaned my forehead against hers, gently lowering her until she was standing on her own two feet again.
“I don’t know about you, queenie, but that was hands down the best way I’ve ever started my day.”
She stretched up and pressed a lingering kiss against my lips. “Me, too.”
Grabbing a washcloth off the rack on the shower’s sidewall, I doused it in the shower’s spray before dropping to my knees and nudging her legs apart. “Let me clean you up.”
Waverly moaned and let her eyes flutter closed as I used the warm washcloth to gently wipe away any traces of our mixed release between her legs or on her thighs. When I finished, I stood and turned off the shower. Opening the door, I grabbed one of the fluffy towels out of the bathroom closet, then dried her off with it before toweling myself off, too. As we stepped back into the bedroom, I tugged open my dresser drawer and grabbed her something to wear between here and the bed and breakfast.
She paused beside me, cheeks rosy as I grinned at her, tugging one of my favorite sweatshirts over her head. It went almost all the way down to her knees. I pulled her to me, hugging her tight.
“What was that for?”
“I like how you look in my clothes. It’s sexy.” I gave her another long, slow kiss, my tongue stroking against hers as she melted in my embrace. When I pulled back, she was breathless. I was, too. Forcing myself to let her go, I passed her a pair of my joggers. Waverly tugged them on, rolling them up because they were much too long for her, but at least the drawstring waist could be tightened to almost fit her.
That done, she took my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine. “Ready to hit the road?”
I wasn’t, not really. I wanted nothing more than to keep her here with me all day long, but I had promised that I wouldn’t make her late, let alone end up with both of us missing court altogether. So I forced a nod and murmured, “Yup,” while I plotted how quickly I could get her back in my bed again.
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