“Yes.”
She didn’t know if they’d get another chance to be together, but she knew she’d never feel this way again. He was the only man for her. One night was all they had. She wanted to make the most of it. She wanted the memory to last a lifetime.
“We can’t do every sex act in one night.”
“How many can we do?”
He gave himself a slow stroke while she watched. “I’m good for a few rounds, I guess. What would you like to try?”
“I want my mouth on you.”
He groaned. “Okay.”
“I want the pounding too.”
“All right.”
She smiled at his easy agreement. “Can we do every position?”
“Not without killing me.”
“Which is your favorite?”
He hesitated, but only for a moment. “From behind.”
Her breath quickened at the mental image. “Not face to face?”
“I like face to face,” he said, cupping her cheek. He rubbed his thumb over her parted lips. “I like any position with you. Me on top, you on top. In the shower. Against the wall.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes to what?”
“All of those.”
He kissed her again, slowly. His tongue touched hers and retreated. She framed his face with both hands and kissed the edge of his mouth, the soft bristles on his upper lip, his smooth jawline. She licked the side of his neck, where a pulse throbbed. Then she wrapped her hand around his erection. It felt hot and alive in her palm. She squeezed the shaft, stroking him up and down. His brow furrowed, as if the pleasure hurt.
She slid off the dresser and dropped to her knees. “I’ve never done this before,” she said, moistening her lips.
“There’s not much to it.”
“Do I kiss it, or just suck?”
He threaded his fingers through her hair. “Anything but biting.”
She grasped the base of his shaft and angled him toward her mouth. She’d never seen a penis this close before. There was a bead of fluid at the tip. She touched her tongue to him, tasting salt. He trembled at this brief contact. She wanted to rain kisses all over his hot skin and cradle him to her breasts, but she was afraid of doing it wrong. So she cut to the chase and closed her mouth around him, sucking gently. He seemed pretty excited about her technique. His low moan of encouragement helped her relax. She moved her mouth up and down, taking him deeper.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across from the bed. He was standing so that she could see her reflection. Her eyes were half-lidded, mouth stretched wide around him. His hand moved to her face, thumb brushing her cheek.
It looked sexier than she’d imagined.Shelooked sexy on her knees. He was vibrating with tension, buttocks taut. Heat throbbed between her legs and her nipples tightened at the sight.
He followed her gaze to the mirror and groaned. Instead of continuing to use her mouth, he uncurled her hand from his shaft and withdrew from her parted lips. She glanced up at him in disappointment. She was just getting started.
“You didn’t like it?”
He let out a pained laugh and lifted her to her feet. “I loved it,” he said, kissing her with relish. “I was about to come in your mouth.”
“Is that bad?”
