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“Oh, you’re done.” He reversed their positions, her beneath him, those dimples punctuating her cheeks as a throaty laugh exited her lush mouth. He kissed her and then left in search of his pants, where he hoped to god there was a condom. He opened his wallet, said a prayer and—yes! Actually, he said it out loud.
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead and you have one in your wallet?”
He checked the expiration date. “Yeah. Still good, too.”
“Well that’s a relief. I was about to call the front desk.”
“No need.” He tore open the condom, amused to notice that his hands were shaking as he eased it over his aching girth. Steadying his breathing, he positioned himself over top of her. “I’m going to try my best to last as long as you—Fuck.”
She didn’t let him finish his promise before she guided his cock deep inside her channel. Surrounded by tight warmth, he again vowed to last as long as she needed him to.
“I don’t care about long. I care abouthard. Can you deliver?”
“Yeah. I can deliver on hard.” Sweat broke out on his forehead as he lifted her right leg and rested her knee in the crook of his elbow. Angling her so that he was seated deeper, he thrust forward. “Can you handle me?”
Lust had widened her dark pupils, black eating up the surrounding blue. Her mouth had dropped open, her “yes” a barely audible breath.
“I thought you could.” He was beginning to think she could handle absolutely anything. He hated the idea of her trussed up for some stiff who had only wanted a trophy wife. That wasn’t her. Rylee was spirited, sexy, wild.
She washis.
The thought came, but he didn’t push it away. He didn’t question it, didn’t evaluate it. He’d learned a long time ago that his instincts were a lot smarter than he was.
He started with slow, easy thrusts before graduating to harder, faster. Soon he was slamming into her, the rhythm hectic, desperate. Winded, he released her leg and dropped his hands to the mattress. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, trapping him there.
“There, there. You feelsogood,” she praised. He worked her into a moaning, squirming lather, each of her compliments going straight to his dick.
“Come, Rylee,” he demanded. “Right now.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, honey. Again.” He reached between their bodies and set his thumb to her clit, adding pressure as he stroked into her, filling her, working her exactly the way she needed to be worked.
Her forehead creased in pleasure-meets-pain pleats. A second later, she scratched her nails across his shoulders and cried out. Embedded deep within her, he felt her inner muscles spasm around him, pulling his own orgasm from him in one long, mind-altering release.
Eyes squeezed shut, he nearly blacked out from pleasure. He rode out the final waves of his release, lost in a sea of sensations. His mind was empty. His arms were full of Rylee. He sucked in a labored breath and some of her hair with it, pulling it off his tongue and kissing her neck instead.
Her arms closed around him while and he laid, silent and still, willing himself, despite feeling as if he was in an entire field full of poppies,notto fall asleep.
“Slap me.”
Since Trick had murmured that into her neck, Rylee wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “What did you just say?”
Eyes closed, he lifted his head and said, “Slap me so I don’t fall asleep. I’ll never forgive myself if I do.” Then those eyes opened and he kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Kidding. But seriously if I start looking sleepy, do it.”
Her laughter had never been so carefree.
“Let me take care of this.” He kissed her and climbed from the bed. She hugged her pillow and watched his backside flex in the lamplight. Then she sighed to herself, content.
When was the last time she’d felt this comfortable after a physical romp? The answer was swift:never. She’d never felt this way with Louis. He’d been the only sexual encounter she’d had, save for a few second-base experiences.
Since Louis was her first, she’d had no one to compare him to. Now that she’d had a ten-on-the-Richter-scale orgasm, her ex was faring far worse than she’d known. Trick was attentive and, more importantly,fun.
Planning weddings might look fun on the outside, but that wasn’t the word she’d use to describe her career. Rewarding, yes. Profitable, absolutely. Nothing was as satisfying as helping someone else’s dreams come true. But, her vocation had come with a price. Sleepless nights and working every weekend, which made getting together with friends challenging.
When Trick had arrived in Royal, she’d been convinced he was going to ruin Ari and Ex’s wedding, and Rylee’s reputation by proxy. Instead, he’d been agreeable and helpful. And had taken her from a woman on a mission to a woman in the missionary position.
She chuckled at her own joke as he returned from the bathroom. Gloriously naked and completely confident, he strutted toward her.
