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I dig my fingernails into his back as he slides even deeper inside me. He's not just trying to get off. He's trying to make me feel good. What startles me most is that I like it, and that I want to make him feel good, too.
He rolls on his back and I twist with him, keeping him inside me as I straddle on top of him. I lean over him as he frees my hair from my ponytail, spilling it over our heads. Gripping me from behind, he guides me and I rock my hips deeper against his pelvis.
The ripple starts inside me and I break the kiss as my back arches, a scream of ecstasy building in my chest. My orgasm pulls him over the edge, and we come together. I collapse on top of him, our bodies drenched in sweat.
My heart pounds against my chest, or maybe that's the beating of his heart that I feel against my own. I lie still, gently rising and falling with every breath he takes, nuzzling my cheek into the warmth between his shoulder and his chin. I breathe in his cologne as I gently nibble the soft skin of his jawbone. I feel the tingle from the light touch of his fingertips trailing down the center of my back, so slow and so light that the sensation is that of a tiny spark jumping from his fingertips to my skin. My breath slows with his, growing deeper in rhythm together, our breaths in synchrony as I slip my fingers toward his pelvis. I find his cock with my fingertips and it’s still hard.
What the hell am I doing? I'm up and out after sex. Hanging out here is just too weird. But I don't want to move. I want to do it again.
Chapter 13
Jamie
Myheartispoundingand I'm panting to catch my breath. Adrenaline is still coursing through me from the orgasm, and as I stare up at the ceiling, I feel an unsated desire growing again. And I'm still rock hard. This is different. How is it possible that I'm still horny?
Lara notices it too. "Well, hello there." She rolls over on the cot and strokes me. Her icy fingers make me gasp, and as they slide between my thighs and my balls, I clench my eyes at the rush of pleasure.
She's barely touching me, but goosebumps pop up on my skin from the sensation of her touch. Sliding herself toward my feet, she tips her head and licks the very tip of my erection, cleaning up the tiny drip that remains.
My moan makes me shiver. "Fuck."
She grins and falls back onto the bed. She's teasing me, and it works. How is possible that I'm even harder now?
Lara smirks. "Guess you're ready for round two?"
My laughter is effortless. “I'm not normally ready this fast. But can you blame me?”
Her eyebrows furrow as she tucks her elbow underneath her rosy cheek and smiles.
"What do you mean?"
I can't tell if she's joking or not, but she seems genuinely confused by my comment. "I mean… look at you."
And look at her, I do. Things escalated so quickly, I never flicked off the lights.
She's stunningly beautiful. Even on her back, her breasts are plump and firm, her nipples perky and pink. The curves of her body, a textbook hourglass shape, and the plump of her mound shows just enough to make me want to be inside her even more.
This is so different from the first time she was here. I didn't even think about the lights then. That experience was about sex. Carnal pleasure. This is different. It's definitely still about carnal pleasure, but as I roll onto my side, she mirrors me, pressing her breasts against my chest.
I run my fingers through her thick hair, my nails lightly scratching her scalp. She closes her eyes and moans happily.
Why does this feel so… so effortless?
This isn't like the sex I'm used to. I'm not the cuddling type. If I'm fucking just to fuck, I try to avoid kissing them, but with her, it all just feels different. Not only do I want to be inside her again, but the allure of her lips is calling to me.
Why is kissing her so much fun?
My fingers trail down from her scalp and I stroke her cheek with my knuckles. She smiles, adorable dimples forming in her cheeks.
I brush her bottom lip with my thumb and she playfully pretends to bite it. God, how is even that turning me on?
It's hard to believe that only a few hours ago I got my jaw cracked by a stranger in the street, but in Lara’s presence it's like father time pressed pause, and then rewind.
The two parts of my day—before kissing her and after—feel like different lives. Two lives that are undeniably connected by her. Part of me is embarrassed that I had admitted to her the source of my frustration was missing her, but it's true. My aggravation was only pent-up frustration that she wasn’t here, and that maybe she was never coming back to Eden's.
And now all I want is to make her come. "You're beautiful, you know that?" I say.
She doesn’t open her eyes, and just says, "You don't need to say that. I already fucked you."
