Page 101 of Sex Positive

He slips it off, shooting her a wicked grin. “Brat.” His thumb skates across her nipple, and she moans as his teeth nip her lower lip.

“Years, Rogers,” he whispers. “We could have been doing this for years.”

She’s too distracted by his mouth to provide an affirmation. Arching against him, she feels how hard he is, needs to feel all of him.

He pulls away, hovering above her, his hair falling over his forehead in shambles. Her face heats under his discerning stare.

“What?”

He shakes his head, the hungry look in his eyes darkening. “You. You’re just so—”

She drags him into another kiss, and his fingers tangle in her wild, unbound curls. Her hands explore the cords of muscle across his broad shoulders, his biceps, his torso, the deep V of his obliques where they disappear into the waistband of his jeans. Her hands roam freely, enjoying the way he shivers as he holds himself above her. Amusement mixes with the desire in his face.

Charlie retracts her hands when she catches him observing her. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

He chuckles into her hair. “Touch all you want.”

With their tongues and hands, they explore every inch of each other that they’d yet to see. His mouth traces a path down her body, whispering secrets against her skin, admiration in every touch and caress. He fumbles with the buttons on her jeans, the zipper snagging on the denim, and she can’t contain her laugh when he curses the creators of women’s pants. The legs get caught around her ankles, and he stands to yank them off, the frustrated look on his face so endearing, Charlie bites her lip to prevent a bubble of hysterical giggles from bursting forth.

“Not aword,” he growls, his voice shooting another coil of heat through her. She can’t speak anyway, because he presses his lips to the inside of her knee, then drags his mouth up her inner thigh.

She is combusting under his touch, feels she might die from it, and it’s all she can do not to completely fall apart.

When he reaches her center, he holds her gaze as he drags his nose over the thin material still covering her.

“Ohgod—” She bucks her hips against him, going momentarily mute when he slips his fingers under the band, seeking. Finding her ready, he brushes her clit.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs before slipping one finger inside her.

“Fuck,” she whines, but the quirk of his lips tells her he knows what he’s doing, and it’s very intentional. “Please.”

“And so needy, aren’t you?” He removes her underwear before returning his fingers to her clit, circling it again before he dips one finger, then a second one inside.

“Wes,” she rasps, rolling her hips.

“Shh.” He kisses her, swallowing her moan with his mouth. “Trust me?”

She nods. His fingers slide in and out of her slowly while his thumb traces that small bundle of nerves. The pressure builds higher and higher, and he seems to relish drawing moans of pleasure from her lips.

“Just like that, Rogers,” he says in her ear. “I want to hear you.”

She’s trembling, gasping. “Now, Wes, I’m ready. I want you now.”

He smiles against her skin. “You think so?” At the wicked amusement in his words, she grows wetter, but his fingers still move at an agonizingly slow pace. “Can you come for me first?”

She whines, a desperate, needy sound, and he gently bites the inside of her thigh before he begins to suck on her clit, releasing a small hum that sends an electric vibration zipping all the way down to her toes.

“I think you can, sweetheart.” He holds down her hips with one hand. “You’re so pretty when you come.”

No longer in control, she’s wanton with desire, especially when he finally gives her what she wants, his fingers moving faster. He praises her, alternating between telling her how beautiful she looks and laving her clit with his tongue.

Charlie soars higher and higher before she leaps, shattering over the edge in a burst of white-hot pleasure.

When she opens her eyes, his lips caress her navel, her hip bone, his hands massaging her breasts. Eyes never leaving hers, he removes his jeans and briefs in one go, wrapping a hand around his freed cock. Climbing once more onto the bed, he props himself against the headboard, pumping himself slowly.

She’s breathless at his beauty.

“Come here,” he says.