Reaching down, I took hold of him and stroked the thick shape of his cock, circling my thumb over his swollentip.
“You make me crazy,” he whispered before nipping at my ear and reaching between my legs, working my clit in gloriously soft, rhythmic circles. “I’ve thought about you so many times since high school. I’ve wondered what it would be like to have you. To touch you. To kiss you.” His voice was strained, tighter than usual and lacking its normal cool, collectedness. I hardly had time to notice though. I was lost in his touch, in his frenzied kisses, in the heat of his hard body pressing against mine. Our breath fell into a syncopated rapid rhythm and my body flexed, lower back arching off the bed as I grinded into his hand and he thrusted into mine inreturn.
It had been long—too long—and I had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be taken. The incredible feeling of being ravished and cherished all at once. But never in my life had it felt thisexquisite.
“I need you inside of me,” I heard myselfsay.
“Condom,” he murmured. “We need acondo—”
“Second drawer in mynightstand.”
He sat up, reaching back, and in record time, he had the condom rolled onto his cock, fisting himself at myentrance.
I tried to swallow, but it stuck halfway down in my throat as he looked deep into my eyes and asked, “Youready?”
I clutched at his shoulders, quivering, nodding. “God,yes.”
Pinning me with his eyes, he thrusted inside of me and we gasped in unison. He filled me, stretched me, and buried himself inside me as his head fell between his shoulders, his breathlabored.
I started to move below him, and his fingers tightened and threaded in mine. “Fuck, Paige, wait. Give me a secondhere.”
I couldn’t help the smirk that turned my lips. I loved having this power over him. I didn’t want him to come just yet either, but I felt like a goddess laying there beneath him with all the power. One little pulse of my hips had him stiffening,begging.
“It’s been a while,” he gave me a sheepish grin and even in the lusty moment, I couldn’t help but roll myeyes.
“Yeah, okay. Like I’m going to believe that you aren’t getting laid by women at everygame.”
“Hit onat every game? Yes. Laid… no.” He took a deep breath and with a slow blink, he began moving inside of me.Holy. Crap. Stars blurred my vision as he pumped his hips in long, slow strokes that hit the bundle of nerves deep insideme.
“Look at me, Paige,” he demanded and my eyes flew open, landing on his. I felt hot and flushed under that icy blue stare ofhis.
He sped up his pace, hammering into me and I cried out, feeling my release clawing at my core. He slid his hand down between us, those skilled fingers pressing against my clit and that was it. I was donefor.
My heart slammed in my ribs, my lungs burning as I cried out in pleasure. Fireworks ignited in my core, shimmering down my body in pleasure so explosive, it left my legs shaking and my spine stiff. I felt somehow both broken into a million pieces, yet also healed and put back together again as Isighed.
“Fuck, that was sexy, Paige. Do you know how ridiculously sexy you are?” He grunted, dropping his face to my neck and nipping the tender skin there as his thrusts lost their rhythm, becoming more erratic and deep insideme.
I reached down, taking a handful of his firm ass and pulling him deeper inside of me. That’s all it took for him to lose control. “Paige,” he grunted, grinding against me and thrusting into his release. As he came, he dropped his forehead to mine, his nose brushing against mine in a motion so tender, that that action alone managed to be more intimate than the sex we’d justshared.
I unwound myself from beneath him and pulled at the sheet to cover myself. Taylor caught my hand gently, tugging the sheet from my grip. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t get shy on menow.”
I smiled. Some of it was modesty. But I was also chilly. “I’m a littlecold.”
He grabbed the corner of my blanket and rolling onto his side, pulled it around both ofus.
“What did you mean when you said you get hit on at games, but notlaid?”
He rolled his eyes playfully at me. “What do you think it means? It meansI don’t get laid atgames.”
“I knowthat… butwhy?”
His eyebrows jumped, disappearing behind the unruly hair flopping onto his forehead. “Would you rather me accept their advances?” heteased.
Oh, boy. We were entering uncharted territory here. I didn’t know logistically how we could make this work, us as a couple, or even if he would want to. I swallowed hard because I knew deep in my gut that I did. It’s what I had always wanted—back when we were seniors in high school. And even now. “No,” I said carefully, “I’m just surprised. I mean, you’resingle—”
“AmI?”
I smacked his arm. “You better be with what we just did! I swear to god, Taylor Wilson, if you aremarried—”
