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His cock started to stir, and grow heavy and long between his legs. He crouched down and pulled her to her feet. “I didn’t run away. But I’m warning you right now. I’m a chronic insomniac.”
“Yes? And so? What of it?” she asked crisply.
“Since I can’t sleep, I’ll let you take a wild guess as to my top favorite alternative bed activity,” he offered.
Her eyes dropped to his cock, which had stretched out to full length and was now starting to do the super duper hydraulic lift trick.
“Good God,” she said faintly. “You’re kidding.”
“Does that look insincere?”
“But don’t you need to rest? Don’t you ever relax?”
“Nope,” he said. “I hope you don’t, either.”
She let out an explosive breath. “If you can’t relax after sex like that, then you’re in a world of hurt, buddy.”
The laughter that wrenched through him threatened almost to turn into sobs. He wrestled it down as he kneeled to pull the rest of the condoms out of his jeans pocket, and then waved the long, dangling strip of silvery foil packages in her face before he scooped her up, cupping her ass so that she straddled him. “Tell me about it.”
“Hey.” She wiggled halfheartedly, and then clamped her thighs around his waist. “Is this another of your sleazy, manipulative games?”
He kicked her bedroom door open. “Of course. That’s a given.”
He couldn’t be bothered to get rid of the mountain of pillows, so he tossed her into the midst of them, and jumped on her. She giggled and shrieked and struggled as he wrestled her into position, ripped open a condom with his teeth, expertly smoothed that sucker into place.
He’d meant for this one to be playful. La di dah, frolicking around in the piles of fluffy lace pillows like a couple of horny bunnies. As always, though, things took a turn. Straight into a place he’d never been, had no procedure for, no rules, no training. No clue.
First, it was that searing, electric moment of connection, staring into her beautiful eyes as he started pushing his cock into her. Then that shivering, aching swell of emotion, as the pleasure intensified into something almost unbearable. The laughter petered out, the smiles faded. They just stared into each other’s eyes, awestruck.
All he could do was hang onto her and fuck desperately.
Something was happening to him, something huge and unstoppable. As natural as the sun rising, and just as miraculous. He had to close his eyes against it, bury his face against the pillow to muffle the sounds he was making, soak up the hot damp from his eyes.
They clung to each other as his body hammered against hers. She clawed at him, raising herself, inciting his frenzied thrusts with her clutching fingers, her wild cries, and he was blasting off, oh God.
She found her way over the brink with him, and they were flung out together by the force of it, across infinite inner space inside their minds but, amazingly, together. He didn’t lose her, in that lonely place.
They were fused. One glowing, perfect entity.
That perfect bliss dissolved into consciousness again. He forced his heavy eyelids to open and stared into the darkness.
His chest felt hot, so soft. He marveled at it. Speechless, limp. Terrified, that it might desert him again, as mysteriously as it had come. Leave him cold and constricted as a clenched fist once again.
Part of him pleaded: Let me feel it. Please. Let me feel it.
And the other part: You’ll pay for this in blood, dickwad.
He grabbed her damp, limp body almost defiantly. She murmured in her sleep, but didn’t wake. Thank God. He was in too much of a state to feel all of this crap, and deal with her feelings too.
This stuff was tricky. A guy had to walk before he tried to run.
He still had the condom on, but his dick was hard enough to keep the thing in place, and would probably remain in that state for as long as he was anywhere in Becca’s proximity. So he stayed put, staring down at her face as she slept. Admiring how beautiful she was. The tousled mop of curls against the white pillow, the sensual weight of her sweet, sexy body, snuggled up to his. Heavy and warm and limp with perfect trust.
He got worried that she’d get chilled, after all that heaving and bucking and sweating, but it was a complicated business, getting the blankets and sheets tugged down beneath her sleeping body without waking her up. She finally stretched and yawned, and gave him a radiant smile that made his heart hurt like someone was squeezing it.
“You’ll get cold,” he said gruffly. “Let me get the covers over you.”
“Not a chance,” she said lazily. “You’re like a bonfire.”
