Her legs wrapped around his waist and she met each of his thrust with one of her own. Her hands squeezed his before she tugged them free to run them down his back.
When she reached his ass, she dug her fingers into his cheeks and pulled him closer.
Little breathy moans slipped through her lips, driving him crazy, and he had to taste them.
Her mouth was hot and slick when she opened for him, their tongues sliding, chasing, catching. He took his fill, explored her teeth, nipped at her lips, and fused his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue inside.
His hips sped up, the need to climax rolling down his spine to settle in his groin. But he wanted to feel her muscles clenching him before he took the leap.
Separating their mouths, he leaned on one elbow and slid his hand between them.
She arched, bucking her hips into his touch when he found the hard knot of nerves at the top of her sex.
Moisture coated his fingers and he swirled it around her clit. The bundle pulsed beneath his skin, her sex grinding against him, and he knew she was close.
He added pressure, circled his fingers faster, and shifted his hips to change the angle of penetration. Her body stilled, one half-beat of time when she didn’t breathe, didn’t move.
And then she exploded.
He had no choice but to follow. Her sex clamped around his, rippled along the length of his shaft until her climax milked him of his. He pumped into her, buried his cock as deep as he could, and let go.
Pleasure burst through him, wave after wave of ecstasy swamped him, draining everything he had.
His arms and legs shook, his heart raced.
He thought he remembered, thought he knew what to expect, but either his memory was faulty or they’d stepped beyond the fumblings of new lovers with surprising ease.
He collapsed, half-on half-off her quivering body. Dragging in a breath, he heaved himself to the side and took her with him.
His softening length slipped from her body and a shudder rolled down to his toes. Her breath fanned out over his chest, ruffling his hair and causing his nipple to harden.
He slipped his arms around her and held her close. If it wasn’t for his heart still beating against his ribcage he’d think she’d killed him.
“I think you killed me.”
He chuckled. “I was just thinking it was you who did the killing.”
“Okay, we killed each other.” Her fingers played with the trail of hair below his belly button. “Guess that means we can’t do it again.”
Her fingers travelled lower and his sex jerked with renewed interest reminding him of the used condom. “I need to clean up first. How about a shower?”
“Speaking of cleaning up, we totally trashed your quilt.” She raised her head and propped her chin on his chest. “And we left our lunch outside. The seagulls will be having a field day with the scraps.”
“Nag, nag, nag. Is this another ‘wet clothes in the machine’ moment?” He grinned to soften his words.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you making fun of me because I like things to be put away properly?”
“No. I’m making fun of you so I can see that spark in your eyes.” He tapped her on the tip of her nose.
Her mouth drew into a frown and he kissed her to stop the protest he could see forming.
He intended it to be a quick peck, but long minutes later his mouth still ate at hers and the arousal he’d thought sated roared back to life.
Rolling her beneath him, he pressed his hips to hers and was brought back to reality with a slap. The wet slap of a used condom half hanging off.
“Shit. See what you do to me? I forgot about the condom and getting cleaned up.”
He reached down and removed the offending latex. It was the least romantic or sexy moment in his life, but when she slipped out from under him and bounded off the bed he figured the view was worth the embarrassment.
