But since I was preoccupied, I whimperedinstead.
Dinner was quickly forgotten while my body hinted wildly in which direction it hoped the make-out session was headed. I pulled back, leaving a hair’s width between us, my breath ragged. “I need you inside me.Now.”
You remember in the fairy tale Hansel and Gretel when they left a trail of crumbs to help them find their way home after they were abandoned in theforest?
Just replace the crumbs with clothes, and you get the gist of what the living room looked like between the kitchen and thebedroom.
By the time we got to his bed, not a single scrap of fabric remained on ourbodies.
Not a single piece of clothing separated me from how I felt about him. Seeing him sing to his unborn son pushed me further along the continuum of falling-in-love to I’ve-fallen.
But falling in love while you were pregnant wasdangerous.
Maybe that should be a warningsomewhere.
Like those billboards warning about unprotected sex—or the ones warning about expiredcondoms.
Right. Well, maybe the last one should be a warning.Somewhere.
But the point was, I was falling in love with someone who hadn’t planned to have kids or settle down—and my heart didn’t have protection fromthat.
We fell onto the bed, Josh bracing himself above me, keeping his weight off me. His fingers found my aching part, and mine found his hard length. Neither of us was going to last long. We were rushing too hard, too fast toward our ultimategoal.
But just as I thought Josh would take me and finish the race to the end, he shifted direction. He pushed himself off me and started propping up pillows in the middle of thebed.
He then sat and crooked a finger at me to join him. The heated look in his eyes was almost my undoing. “How hungry areyou?”
I chuckled. “I’m always hungry for you. You knowthat.”
He grinned, the heat turning to amusement. “I do know that. But I meant how hungry are you for dinner? I want you to ride me, slowly. I want to feeleverything.”
His words surprised and confused me—we had been going sans condoms for several weeksnow.
I straddled his hips, and lowered myself onto his hard length, inch by slow inch. He filled me in every possible way, and I took a moment to take it all in. The emotion—not just hiscock.
Josh groaned—making me feel more powerful, more incontrol.
“Like that, do you?” I asked, barely keeping the building moan from myvoice.
“Christ, I like everything about you.” He cupped the back of my neck and brought my head to his. Then he kissed me long andhard.
The ache between my legs decided enough was enough—it wanted in on the action too. With my gaze locked on Josh’s, I rocked my hips, slow and easy. We’d fucked lots of times since deciding my hyped-up libido warranted the friends-with-benefit arrangement. But this didn’t feel like any of thosetimes.
It felt different.New.
It felt like hope and love and happiness were holding on tight for theride.
With each movement of my slick heat against his length, I spiraled higher and higher. And unlike when we usually had sex, this wasn’t a quick rocket blast taking us to the heavens. It was a slow, sensualjourney.
They say when you’re in love, sex is better, hotter, more satisfying—and for the first time since losing my virginity, I could see how that was true. Every centimeter of my body yearned for Josh. Every millimeter couldn’t imagine being withouthim.
Eventually, as we neared the peak, Josh placed his hands on my hips and helped me set a new pace. A faster one. One that would take us over the top.Together.
“Oh, God, I’m coming,” I gasped, body damp withsweat.
“Don’t hold back,” he groaned. “I’m right withyou.”
The sound of his voice, thick with need and something else, was myundoing.
