“Condom.”
“Fuck.”I rolled away, trying to remember where my pants were and wishing I could magically transport them here, to the bed, because I was half-terrified that I’d blow my load on the way to the living room.
“In the drawer.” Amanda pointed to the nightstand. “There’s a box in there.”
God bless the modern woman. I scrambled to find the box, to fumble one out and rip open the packet. Then I was rolling it on, and Amanda was moaning to me.
“Hurry. God, hurry, I need you.”
“Yeah.” I tossed the box off the bed and positioned myself above her again, catching the back of her thigh in one of my hands and bending her leg against her stomach as I plunged into her.
For a moment, I was still, just savoring the intense pleasure of being inside her, of the exquisite torture of her tight sheath. And then she wiggled a little, and I was a goner. I grunted and began moving in slow, rhythmic strokes, sliding almost out and then back in. Balancing on one hand, I used the other to palm her tit so I could suck the nipple, making her cry out.
“Harder, Vincent. Suck it hard and fuck me fast. God, I need it hard and fast. Don’t stop. Take me hard.”
I’d made the mistake of thinking I was in control again, but apparently, I wasn’t, because her words set off something in me that I hadn’t seen coming. I bit lightly on her nipple, sucking it roughly, and then I began pounding into her, losing the reality of anything else other than my cock and her pussy and the need to possess her totally. Nothing else in the world existed. If the building had crumbled around us, I wouldn’t have taken notice. There was only this woman and the way her body felt as I took it. The cries of her desire and encouragement were the only sound I could hear. And the taste of her was the only thing I ever wanted in my mouth.
When she came, it was with an unearthly scream that was a mix of my name, a prayer and so much profanity that it turned the air blue. I felt her inner channels pulsing around me, and I plunged over the edge with one final hard thrust, spilling myself as my body tensed into a single solid muscle.
It took me a long time to come back down to earth. I fell, panting, alongside her body, somehow mindful of not collapsing directly onto her. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and when I let my eyes slit open a little, I appreciated the way her boobs jiggled with her breathing.
“God, I love your tits,” I mumbled.
Amanda let out a short laugh. “Really, dude? Couldn’t tell. That’s a huge surprise to me.”
“Yeah, guess so. I’m pretty much an open book with some things.” I managed to roll over. “Do you have a bathroom around somewhere? And do I need to know anything before I brave it?”
She gave my arm a half-hearted swat. “Through the door there. But go in the one on the left, because the other one is my closet. And yeah, it’s clean. Just a little, um, cluttered. There might be some laundry or a towel on the floor.”
“I’ll man up and take my chances.” I had to kick a few pairs of shoes and some socks out of my way, but I managed to make it to the bathroom, which was exactly as Amanda had described. I discarded the condom and washed my hands, frowning a little into the mirror. That had been ... intense. It was hands-down the best sex I’d had in longer than I cared to admit. I’d handed over control to Amanda, even though I’d had no intention of doing it, but the reward had been worth it, for sure.
Part of me was panicking, urging me to get my clothes, get dressed and get the hell out of here, because this was dangerous. Yeah, we’d agreed to a one-night hook up, and I didn’t expect Amanda to change her mind, but at the same time, maybe I was afraid I was the one who wanted more.
The other part of me, the part that even now was stiffening again as I remembered what it had felt like to be buried inside her, was all for staying the night and doing that again a time or two. Or three.
With a muttered curse under my breath, I pushed away from the sink, clicked off the light and made my way back to the bed. Amanda was still sprawled there, her dark hair fanned out over the pillows. Her eyes opened a little when I sat down, making the mattress dip.
She was still naked, of course, and I was glad to see she hadn’t tugged the sheet up to cover herself out of some sense of false modesty. No, she was still displayed in all of her considerable glory, her generous boobs begging for my mouth, her legs apart enough that I could catch a glimpse of her pussy, still glistening and swollen.
She watched me, but she didn’t say anything. I sensed she was waiting for me to make the first move: would it be under the covers or out the door?
“Is it cool if I sleep over?” I didn’t know what I was going to say until the words came out. “I mean, I really don’t want to camp out in the hotel lobby or have to try to get a room at this point. And if I crash at Liam and Ava’s, I’ll get a million questions.”
Her mouth curved into a smile. “Of course.” She patted the bed. “Come here.”
When I crawled over next to her and reached for the sheet, she added, “I was hoping you’d stay for round two. I’m not sure I’m done with you yet, Vincent DiMartino.”
I waited for some form of panic to clutch at my chest, but all I felt was anticipation. “I’m in for round two. And probably round three, if you think you’re up for it.”
Amanda rolled over, propping herself on her elbows. “I’m troubled by your lack of faith in me. Didn’t I just prove that I’m up for just about anything?”
I held up my hands. “Don’t get all bristly on me, sweetheart. I have complete confidence in you. I won’t underestimate you again.”
“Good.” She fell onto her stomach, burrowing her head in a pillow, and then a few seconds later, she popped up again. “Shit. Is it midnight yet?”
I turned my head to squint toward the clock on her nightstand. “Yeah. It’s nearly one, actually.”
“Okay. Hold on. Be right back.”
