Page 56 of Lucky Haven

His thumb and forefinger find my nipple again, and his mouth catches mine. The last thing I hear is him saying, “Fucking perfect raspberry nipples” before I cry out into his mouth, before I’m shattering and he’s whispering that I did it, and swallowing my panting surprise.

The orgasm splinters across my body like sharps of crystal, radiating pleasure in all directions, sharp and bright. It’s different with a man, I think dimly.

It’s different with this man. He’s so big under me, so strong and sexy. I’ve only ever had lonely orgasms that feel good, nice, perfunctory. Efficient.

This release cascades through me, incredibly indulgent and endless as he rolls his erection against my clit over and over again. Giving me more pleasure, so much pleasure.

I was innocent before.

I’m not any longer.

He was talking about pleasure, and he delivered pleasure. More than I knew to ask for. But he knew. He knew I would want more than just to look at his erection.

“How did you know that would feel so good?” I ask it drowsily, still leaning heavily on him.

But Cash understands. “Because I know what I want when I kiss you.”

“You want this?”

“Exactly this. Every time. And if it never happened, that would have been okay, but I’m so glad it did. You’re so pretty when you fly like that.”

“It did feel like flying.” I laugh a little. “So good. Different than when I do it myself”

He grins at me. “I’d like to see that, too. Maybe another lesson. You could teach me something.”

I take a deep breath, then slowly peel myself up and sit back on the sturdy cradle of his thighs. “What about you?”

“That was more than enough, I promise. I enjoyed that a lot. Another minute of you grinding and you might have made me come in my pants, pretty girl.”

I blush.

He rubs the pad of his thumb against my cheek. “Another time, maybe. You can make a mess in my pants any time you want. You just might one day, if you kiss me long enough. But now…I’m good. Promise.”

“No, no, no. You said you’d show me…”

“Yeah?” He licks his lips again, his eyes wild now. “You still want to see how hard you make me?”

I nod desperately.

“Then get on your knees for me. Right in front of me.”

I scramble off him, limbs still twitching, nerves rioting.

He spreads his legs wide and gives me a throw pillow to kneel on.

Then he crosses his arms behind his head and nods toward his crotch. “Unzip me, then. You want to see it, you need to take it out.”

I flatten my hands against his thighs. The muscles bunch and jump against my touch. I flex my fingers, then slide them up to his hips. His body is taut, warm, and surprisingly responsive. When I ghost my fingertips onto the bulge that curves to the right, he groans under his breath and jerks his hips up before snapping them back.

Like he’s trying very hard to hold still.

“You’re being very good,” I say. It feels silly.

But there’s nothing silly in his hot, aroused gaze, or the hard throb of his erection under my hand.

“Always,” he promises, and it feels more profound than it should for a wham bam thank you ma’am sex lesson.

I hold my breath as I drag my fingers higher, up the visible ridge of his shaft. His erection is long and thick, pointing down and to the right. I imagine it pulsing like my own body still is. Does he feel it against his thigh?