Page 71 of Second Time Around

“You always smell so good,” he whispered as he breathed in deeply.

“Thanks to my expensive hair products.”

“No. It’s all you.”

She smiled in the dark and tipped her head up so he could access her neck. He dragged his lips over her sensitive skin until she squirmed. “Beck…”

“You still like that.”

“Yes.”

He trailed kisses down the curve of her neck, to her shoulder and then to her chest. When his mouth closed around her nipple, she gasped, and he chuckled against her breast.

He traced her nipple with his tongue and then sucked it deep into his mouth. Cupping his head in her hands, she guided him to her other breast, where he lavished her with the same attention.

After licking, sucking, and teasing her into a frenzy, he moved on, scooting down her body until he reached her belly button. Then he paused and gazed up at her with a question in his eyes.

When they’d been together as teens, she’d been more self-conscious, and she hadn’t let him kiss her there. Her confidence had grown a lot since then, and she spread her legs apart to give him full access.

He shot her a boyish grin, and then he dipped his head down and buried it between her legs. There was nothing boyish about what he did next, though. Sliding his hands under her bottom, he lifted her pelvis to his mouth and feasted. She wasn’t sure which of them enjoyed it more as their sounds of pleasure filled the room.

Soon her body begged for release, but she didn’t want it to happen like this. “Beck, please,” she said, tugging on his hair.

He popped his head up. “What do you need?”

“You. Inside me.”

She’d barely gotten the words out before he scrambled off the bed and padded across the room to his dresser. She came up on her elbows and enjoyed the view while he found a condom, ripped open the package, and rolled it on.

He sauntered back over to the bed, looking like a man on a mission, his chest puffed out and his erection pointing the way. Then he kneeled on the edge of the bed and said, “How do you want me?”

His words set her aflame. “Lie down,” she demanded.

Her earlier shyness having completely disappeared, she felt powerful and in control. He grinned as he sprawled out on the bed, looking just as eager as she was.

Kneeling over him, she wrapped her hands around his erection and stroked it, enjoying the feel of his silky skin over pure male hardness. She’d done this before, but it felt different this time, weightier somehow, and she paused to catch her breath.

“Everything okay?” he asked, coming up on his elbows.

His brow was furrowed with concern, and her heart squeezed.

“Everything’s perfect,” she said.

“Just a head’s up. I’m not going to last long.”

“Me, either.” She placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down.

He lay back and watched as she placed his erection at her entrance and then slowly lowered herself down. Once he was fully rooted, he gripped her hips and gazed up at her with wonder.

She’d been in this position before, but not with him. Never with him. Although the mechanics were the same, her emotions had her reeling.

Planting her hands on his chest, she locked eyes with him as their lower bodies began to move. He reached up and cupped her breasts, kneading them and tugging on her taut nipples.

Wanting even more contact, she stretched out on top of him. He cupped her face and kissed her forehead, eyelids, nose, and mouth.

Everywhere they touched buzzed with electricity—her nipples rubbing against his chest hairs, his warm hands on her face, his lips, soft yet demanding. He filled her perfectly, fully, and she tightened her inner muscles around him, causing them both to moan.

Soon their passion unfurled, and the friction and heat pushed them over the edge. She clung to his shoulders, and his fingers dug into her hips as they rode out the waves of their release.