He sucked hard, and she gasped, her hips rocking against his. The sound he made low in his throat thrilled her, and she decided it was time he lost some clothes. Like, all of them.
As his mouth moved to her other breast, she gathered the hem of his shirt and pulled it upward. He pulled his arms out of each sleeve as she held it, and then he caught her nipple in his teeth for a second before lifting his head.
She flung the shirt away and gave herself a few seconds to enjoy the look and feel of his muscular chest before climbing off of his lap. He took her hand and pushed himself off the couch, and she led him toward the bedroom.
“I don’t usually pack condoms to read my book, so I hope you have some,” he told her as they crossed the threshold to her room.
“I do,” she said. More than enough to get them through several rounds if he had it in him. And she really hoped he did. “So it’s safe to lose the pants.”
There was enough light shining in from the living room so she could appreciate his sculpted ass and thighs as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. He even had amazing calves, which she noticed when he removed his socks.
Then his hands were on her again, and he kissed her as he backed her toward the bed. She explored his body with her hands—his chest and his back before sliding her hands down to cup his ass—while his tongue danced over hers and his hands caressed her breasts.
Once it was within reach, she broke off the kiss to open her nightstand drawer. She withdrew a condom packet and tossed it on the table before closing the drawer. It was kind of a test—would he pick it up right away or let it wait while he got to know her body better?
And the man passed the test.
Ignoring the condom, he lifted her onto the bed and, after stripping her of her panties, got to know her very thoroughly. His mouth and his hands moved over her, and he took his time with her breasts. The hollow of her throat. Her shoulders. He kissed his way down her stomach as his hand slipped between her thighs and stroked her. Then he hooked one hand behind her knee and opened her to his mouth. She’d been right about how good his beard would feel against her thighs.
He not only knew where to find the clit, but he sucked and licked with just the right amount of pressure, and the orgasm hit her hard and fast. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and he soothed her with gentle strokes of his tongue before he kissed his way back up her body.
“It’s been a while,” he said, giving her a sheepish grin. “So tell me now if there’s another condom in that drawer or if this is my only shot.”
“There’s more,” she said, and she snagged the wrapper off the nightstand to hand to him. “I want you now.”
It only took him a few seconds to roll on the condom, and then he covered her body with his. She ran her hands over his chest, liking the way he held eye contact with her as he guided the tip of his erection into her.
He took his time, easing into her slowly then backing off before pushing a little deeper in slow, even strokes. Kristen wasn’t sure if he was making sure she could handle it or if he was trying to exercise some self-control, but she liked it. His muscles were hard under her touch, and she loved skimming her palms over the chiseled curve of his ass.
When he was fully inside of her, Will paused, lowering his head to suck first one nipple and then the other before nipping at the side of her jaw. She turned her head, capturing his lip between her teeth before kissing him.
Finally he started moving with long, steady strokes that gave her the delicious friction she’d been craving. He looked down at her, the corners of his mouth turned up as he quickened the pace, and she moaned.
Each stroke came harder and faster, until she could feel the tension growing inside her again. Reaching between their bodies, she scraped her fingernails over his hip bone and skimmed them over his balls before pressing her fingertips to her clit.
He thrust hard into her as she came, and she dug her fingers into his biceps, her back arching off the bed. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she felt him shudder, and he groaned as he came seconds later. He pushed into her, holding there while his hips twitched and his breath came in ragged gasps.
After a few seconds, he reached down to hold the condom and pulled out of her before rolling and flopping onto his back. Kristen listened to their breathing as it slowly returned to normal, and she liked the fact he slid his hand toward her until his pinkie was hooked over hers.
“There’s a box of tissues on the nightstand and a trash can under it,” she said in a still slightly breathless voice.
He rolled away for a moment, and then he stretched out on his back and tugged her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, running her hand over his chest. It wouldn’t be comfortable for very long, but it wasn’t as if she was going to fall asleep like this.
She didn’t want him to fall asleep, either—not only because she wasn’t finished with him yet, but also because he wouldn’t be spending the night. Usually this was where she’d get up and throw her robe on, and then ask him if he’d like a drink before he called for an Uber. But she didn’t want Will getting out of her bed yet, so she figured conversation might keep him awake until round two commenced.
“I’d never seen you at Firewall before and then you’re there three nights in a week. What made you suddenly pop up like that?”
“I’m in Boston for business.”
“Oh? And what is it you do?”
He chuckled. “I thought you didn’t care about my job. Or my zodiac sign.”
She trailed her fingernail down his sternum. “I find you a little more interesting now than I did when I said it.”
“Okay. I’m a Scorpio. And I play hockey.”
“Shit.” She sat up, pulling the sheet over her breasts. “Shit.”
