Chapter 55
Almost before I knew it, I was flipped on my back with him on top of me. I stifled a giggle. "Hey! What was that?"
"Wrestling move," he said.
I was still laughing. "You wrestle?"
"I donow," he said. "So what do you want? A boy or a girl?"
I smiled against his bare shoulder. "Both."
The sheets were twisted around us, but I wasn't going to letthatstop anything. With a quiet laugh, I kicked the sheets aside, sending them falling away to who-knows-where.
Already, I could feel his hardness pressing against my hip, hinting at the promise of what I wanted.
He shifted slightly to the side and reached between us, grazing the intersection of my thighs. Almost on instinct, I felt my legs part, opening myself to more of whatever he was thinking.
And whatIwas thinking, too.
With a smile in his voice, he said, "You're beautiful, you know that?"
Everything – his words, his touch, and just the fact that he was here at all – had me wondering, and for the first time, how I'd gotten so very lucky.
He was beautiful, too – not just on the outside, but every inch of him. With this thought in mind, I reached out, taking his hardness into my hand. "I know lots of things," I said, giving his length a long, smooth stroke.
With a muffled moan, he said, "Yeah? Like what?"
Already, his fingers had zeroed in on my favorite spot, and I let my eyelids flutter shut. "I know that I love you."
"I love you, too," he said, touching me in that special way of his. "I did almost from the start, you know."
Ididn'tknow. I was still stroking him, loving the feel of him, hard and ready, in my grip. And yet, Ihadto tease him, just a little. With my eyes still shut, I asked, "Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure it wasmechasing afteryou."
He was still touching me. I was still touching him. In a teasing tone, he replied, "You think so, huh?"
Did I? In truth, I was finding it hard to think at all. I could feel my slickness, welcoming his touch more urgently now. Breathlessly, I admitted, "I'm not sure Icanthink."
"Yeah?" His fingers moved in a slow leisurely circle, making my breath catch and mind go fuzzy. In a tone filled with sin, he asked, "Why not?"
I felt my hips rise, seeking more of whatever he was offering. I confessed, "Because I want you inside me."
His fingertips drifted back and forth, making my hips move and my pulse jump. In a tone that was almost teasing, he said, "Now?"
A whimper of need escaped my lips. "Yes."
He slipped a finger inside me, even as his thumb continued to entice that special spot. "How's that?"
It was absolutely wonderful, but it wasn't the thing I'd been desperately craving. And yet, I had to smile. "Youknowwhat I meant."
"Oh yeah?" Another finger joined the first. "What?"
I was still stroking him. I knew beyond a single doubt that he wantedmejust as much as I wantedhim. His hardness throbbed against my fingers, making me long to feel his hardness somewhere else.
I just had to ask, "How can you wait?"
"I love watching you." As he talked, he moved his fingers in a way that soon, had my hips surging upward, seeking more of his touch. "And," he whispered, "I want you good and ready."
I almost whimpered, "I'm readynow." I gave him another smooth stroke and felt myself smile when a sound of pleasure escaped his lips. "And you're ready, too."