Tonight, I’d do everything I could.
I paused my roaming while he plundered my mouth. His heart rate was rapid under my palms, increasing when he flicked the hem of my shirt out of his way. His hot hand seared my skin. He did the same as me and flattened his hand over my heart.
My pulse wasn’t racing, but the beats were loud and clear. For a moment, we just kissed and connected. This was dangerous. He was my muse. Syncing our heartbeats was... something else.
Curling my fingers, I lightly scored him as I raked down to his waistband. I gasped when my fingertip touched the tip of his hot erection, a drop of precum smearing between our skin. The position we were in had dragged his sweats down and let that impressive bulge find freedom.
Again, he copied my movements. As I shoved the material of his pants down, he wedged his hand into my jeans. The fabric pulled tight, hugging his hand and fingers to me. I could feel every inch of his advance.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so fucking long,” he said against my lips.
“Me too.” So many nights had been spent remembering how good it used to be. I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was hard and real in my grip. So familiar, yet so different. This was the first time since that last night with him in the cabin that intimacy felt right.
His progress stalled as a deep groan came from him. “Fuck me, June. I’m afraid to move, or I’ll come.”
I nipped at his chin and gave him a pump. “Quiet, remember.”
He dropped his head to my ear. “Two can play that game, smart-ass.” He went straight to my clit and strummed it.
My noisy gasp, followed by a moan, echoed in the room. I tightened my hold on him, more out of reflex. “I don’t know if I can stay quiet.”
“Scream into me.” He kissed a path to my mouth. “Bite me if you have to. Because I’m going to get you off, June. I’m going to feel those pussy walls clamp around my finger and then I’m going to sleep tonight and imagine that happening to my dick.”
Yes. I stroked his length. He circled my clit and lifted his hips to give himself more room between us.
Our mouths were fused and our tongues clashed. I bucked against his hand and he thrust into mine. I could continue forever, but it’d been too long since it’d been this good.
He adjusted his hand, almost moving his hips too far away. I rose with him, keeping my strokes steady. When I swirled my thumb over the crown of his erection, he ripped his mouth from mine.
“Fuck. That little hand of yours is wicked.” He pushed a finger inside me while making tight circles around my clit.
“Oh, god. Rhys.” My orgasm was building. Sensual pressure, pushing against all the right places, preparing to explode in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
He was taut above me, his hips bucking into my hand while I writhed under him.
“It’s been fucking forever, June.”
I was panting, so ready to explode. He pulsed in my hand and grunted in my ear. Then we both came, together, in each other’s hold. I hit my peak and buried my face in his chest. Ecstasy exploded inside my body until I felt like I was floating, suspended with him in a special place only the two of us together could reach.
Hot cum slicked my grip. His strength, his size, the way he groaned through his climax. Familiar, but new.
He slumped against me and I sagged into the mattress. His weight was a comfort. We caught our breath together.
After a minute of enjoying the comfort of being satiated, he turned his face into me, his breath wafting over my ear. “Does that make any tunes pop into your head?”
I giggled and patted his shoulder. My other hand was still in his pants, but I had let his erection go. He was still big, and if that part hadn’t changed, he’d be ready again if I touched him some more, but I held still. “That’s not how it works. But yes. I feel lighter. Freer. Creative in a different way.”
He slipped his hand out of my pants and I did the same.
“I’ll be right back with some towels.” He grabbed a new pair of sweats from his dresser on his way out.
Happy I didn’t have to wonder if he’d get grumpy again and kick me out of bed, I waited. The thought of going back to being tense and awkward sat on my chest like a stubborn mule.
A couple of minutes later, he was back. I accepted the warm, damp towel. While I wiped myself off, he flung back the covers.
I handed the towel to him and was about to rise.
“Stay.” He draped the rag over his hamper. “Just for a little while. It’s been fun.”
