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Crawling up his body, I straddled his legs and held myself above him. He lined up to my core and pushed my hips down, guiding me slowly down until he was fully seated inside of me. Instead of moving, I just sat there and looked at him, wanting to know what he was thinking. He must have thought I was scared or nervous about being on top, though, because he nodded at me slightly before moving my hips back and forth.
“What are you thinking?” I dared to ask.
“How I’ve never, ever had sex without a condom but your pussy feels so good I can’t help but wonder what it feels like bare against my skin.”
My eyebrows almost hit my hairline in shock. His words were not what I was expecting and he was so matter of fact that it left little room to question its authenticity.
“Of all the things?”
“I’m not complicated,” he groaned as I continued to move while we spoke.
“Somehow I don’t believe that. You’re way more complicated than you let anyone know.”
“What about you? What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”
“Wondering how I’m already so close to coming again.”
“I bet you’ll never get tired of having me inside your body.”
More words that hit too deep, too real. There was a chance that he was right and I would never have enough of what we started. In a way, I wished we could go back to the night before and erase everything that started this fast growing addiction. Then I wouldn't know how good it felt and it would be easier to walk away.
“Just once,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Such liars.”
As I nodded my agreement, his lips came up to mine and I moved faster over his body. His hands found my breasts and he pinched my nipples the way he knew I liked. I could feel myself starting to contract around him, squeezing so hard it almost hurt. Spasms started inside my core and I raced toward the release as if it would disappear if I started overthinking everything again.
Rhys’ moans against my lips were fuel and he urged me to keep grinding on top of him. “Keep riding me, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
When I finally came, tears almost sprang into my eyes at how good it felt. Rhys was right behind me, controlling my body through his own orgasm as I fought to stay upright.
Instead of moving me off of him, though, he sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me still. His head nestled next to my neck and I ran my hands up his back and into his messy hair. We both were still breathing hard, still trying to make sense of whatever was going on. Even if it was only a fling, it was intense, and I knew he felt it in some way. It was hard to ignore.
“Food,” he finally said, backing up to look at me with his easy going smile. “I need food.”
I started to climb off of him but he held me down, making me furrow my brow and give him a side smile. “If you want to eat, I have to get up.”
“Then screw it, food is for wimps.”
My head fell back with laughter as I continued getting up. When he was no longer inside of me, I felt empty and alone. Cold. It made me want to go with his plan and stay connected. But my tummy rumbled at just the right moment and it made me back away toward the door to the bathroom.
While I splashed water on my face, Rhys disposed of the condom. Both of us in the bathroom together felt domestic and intimate, even more so when our eyes connected through the mirror.
Rhys reached up to a built in cabinet and opened a set of drawers, pulling out a pair of shorts and a shirt. He slid the shorts on and once he was covered, I snapped out of my stare and started toward the doors to find my bag to get dressed as well.
He didn’t let me leave, though. He turned me around, and slid the white Miami Inferno shirt he’d grabbed over my head. I worked my arms through the holes and it fell right above my knees. “You don’t need more clothes than this.”
“I need some panties.”
“No the fuck you don’t.”
He led me to the kitchen with our hands interlocked, and pulled a stool from the bar that overlooked the cooking surface. I sat down quietly and watched as he started moving around, getting ready to fix whatever we were going to eat.
“Why did I figure you for a take-out kind of guy?”
“Another assumption?” He winked before sparing me. “I guess because most of us single guys take that option.”
“Not you though, huh?”
