“I have condoms in the top drawer,” I say as I wrap my fingers around the head.
It looks like it takes every ounce of Bo’s self control to pull away, his hands shaking as he fumbles the drawer open. He pulls a condom from the box, not even bothering to close the drawer before he repositions himself over me.
I tug at my bra as he rips the condom open, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against mine. He visibly throbs in his own hand as he rolls the condom down over his length, and I clench around nothing in anticipation. I don’t think I’ve ever taken anyone as big as him, and I’ve certainly never wanted anyone this badly.
“You want this?” he asks.
He’s obviously struggling to keep himself in check, his body vibrating with need where he stands between my thighs. I grin up at him as I throw my bra toward the end of the bed before reaching for his hand.
“I need this.” I squeeze his fingers in mine and pull him back down to envelop me. “I need you, Bo.”
That’s the end of his self control, and he takes my mouth in a fiery kiss, pouring every ounce of desire into it. I gasp as he lines himself up, tugging one of my legs up over his hip, and then my whole body melts beneath him.
I’ve never felt so purelygoodin my entire life, and he barely has the tip in. I toss my head back on a moan, red curls spiralling across the sheets. Bo’s careful not to catch my hair under his hands as he leans over me, sinking inch after inch of his cock inside of me. He leans down to press his forehead against mine, and I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, holding on as he works the length of himself inside me.
We stare into each other’s eyes, sharing breath as we both sink into the depths of pleasure.
“I’m not going to last,” Bo whispers against my lips.
I lean up to catch him in a kiss, drinking down the flavor of him like I want to drown in it.
“Show me how good I make you feel,” I whisper back.
I wrap my other leg around his waist, meeting him for each thrust, and he shivers in my arms. I swear I hear it when his control snaps, his hands flying to my waist as his thrusts losetheir careful, measured rhythm. He curses as he ducks his head into the hollow of my throat, laying sloppy kisses there.
I rake my nails down his back as pleasure overwhelms me, each thrust shoving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Bo, fuck, right there,” I moan.
He fucks into me like he’s already memorized every inch of my body, hitting the spot that makes me see starts every time. My legs shake around him as he picks up the pace, and I lose myself to the neverending wash of bliss. I hardly even hear him warn me that he’s close, my own orgasm so close I can taste it.
We reach our peaks simultaneously, clutching each other tight, our lips meeting in a messy, desperate kiss.
I tremble beneath him as he moans out my name against my lips, holding me tight as we let pleasure wash over us. It takes a long time before either of us can think straight, and I bask in the warm weight of Bo’s body on top of mine.
He finally pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and I can’t help but fall into a fit of giggles. He laughs along with me, resting his head against my shoulder.
“God, why did we wait so long to do that?” he asks, lifting his head up with a grin.
I pull him into another kiss instead of answering, chuckling again when his cock twitches and starts to harden inside of me again.
“Why don’t we start making up for lost time?” I arch my hips up against his, groaning at the way his lashes flutter and a groan rumbles in his chest. “Round two?”
He laughs breathlessly, pulling me tighter against his body and grinding his hips down into mine.
“To start with,” he agrees.
I have a feeling we’re not going to stop at two.
Chapter Eight
KENZIE
Early morning sunlightslides across the floor, fingers reaching up the sides of the bed until they splay over my lashes and pull me from sleep.
I groan softly and turn my face into the pillow. I won’t fall back asleep now that I’m up, but I want to linger in the pleasant warmth of a slept-in bed and rumpled sheets for just a little longer.
Opening my eyes is nerve wracking, but the sight of tousled brown hair on the pillow beside mine dissolves all of my anxiety instantly. He’s really here.
