“No. It’s one of my favorite things, actually. But if you want to try lots of positions, we have to pace ourselves.”
She did want to try lots of positions, so she didn’t argue. He sat down on the bed and reached for a condom on the nightstand. While she watched, he rolled it down his shaft, then pulled her toward him. “Climb on,” he said, lying back.
She felt shy again as she straddled him. Maybe because the moment of penetration was fraught with uncertainty. She knew he could give her pleasure when he was on top. She didn’t know if she could do the same for him.
He positioned the tip of his erection against her opening. “Just slide down on my cock,” he said, holding still.
She braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself on him, just a little.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Take it all, if you can.”
That sounded like a challenge. He didn’t think she could handle the whole thing? She’d done it before. Surely she could do it again. She sank lower, and lower, her slick heat enveloping him. He felt bigger this way, fuller inside her, but she was determined to get the job done. When she was completely seated, she gave him a triumphant look. He was staring at the place where their bodies joined. Sweat dotted his brow.
“Now what?” she prompted.
“Now ride me.”
She moved up and down slowly, mimicking the motion of her mouth earlier. His gaze moved from her slippery sex to her breasts, which jiggled slightly. His hands traced the curves of her hips and spanned her slender waist. Then he pinched her nipples. The sharp sensation made her gasp. She felt a rush of moisture between her legs.
He toyed with her nipples, biting and sucking them. Then he licked his thumb and placed it over her sensitive spot. She rode him faster, straining toward release. The combination of his deep penetration and deft touch was delicious. She felt hot and swollen and ready to come.
“Fuck,” he panted, rubbing her in circles.
That was all it took to send her over the edge. She sank down to the hilt, her hips bucking wildly as she climaxed.
“Fuck,” he said again. “You’re so fucking wet, I’m losing my mind.”
She was still seeing stars when he rolled on top of her. He gave her the pounding she’d asked for. He drove his body into hers over and over, rocking the bed frame against the wall. She clung to his strong shoulders, thrilled by the hard ride. On his last thrust, he buried himself inside her and let out a hoarse cry.
After a minute or two, he climbed off her and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he gathered her into his arms, kissing her damp forehead. She embraced him drowsily.
“I wanted to make it last longer,” he said.
She smiled against his chest, not disappointed in the least.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” she said, looking up at him. “You are very good.”
He arched a brow. “Am I?”
“Do all men know these tricks?”
“What tricks?”
She licked her thumb and rubbed it in the air.
He shrugged, as if that was no big deal. “They should, but enthusiasm matters more than experience. Chemistry matters. Feelings matter.”
Feelings. Her stomach fluttered with apprehension.
He cupped her chin to hold her gaze. “I’m in love with you, Maria.”
“Stop,” she said, pushing his hand away.
“You don’t believe me?”
She rose from the bed and wrapped a sheet around her body. “I believe you. It just hurts to want something you can’t have.”
