Page 10 of Willa

Willa

Idon’t know where I found the confidence to get naked in front of David. He’s always given me a boost of self-esteem, but I thought that died with my attempt to seduce him.

“So sexy,” he says as his hand slides between my legs. “Next time I’ll taste every inch of you, but this time. I need to reward myself with what I gave up four years ago.”

My heart flutters at his words. I appreciate that he regrets the missed opportunity, but I really like that he said ‘next time.’

I don’t have time to analyze his words though, because his magic fingers do something to my clit that has me gasping and spreading my legs for more.

He kisses me in the same rhythm his hand uses to circle and flick my clit. It’s not the first time a man touched me like this, but it is the first time David touched me like this. And every brush of his fingertips over my slick skin has me moaning and writhing. I lift my hips to get closer to him, to get more pressure where I need it.

“Those little noises you make,” he whispers. “I want to pull them from you all day long. Are you going to come for me, Willa?”

I can only moan in response.

David’s fingers move over me, rubbing faster than a hummingbird, but with such perfect pressure. It’s too much. My arms fling out to fist the comforter. I bend my knees and dig my heels into the mattress, arching up once again to meet each flick of his wrist.

With one last gentle pinch of my clit, I fly over the edge. My thighs snap shut, trapping him there as I roll my hips, as I shudder and explode into a million pieces.

“You came so fast and so beautifully,” he says.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. First, me getting you off fast makes me feel like I know what I’m doing. Second, it means I don’t have to feel bad when I come fast the first time I’m inside you.”

I laugh. “Most of my… let’s just say in my experience, guys don’t know what to do with a girl’s clit.”

“That’s really too bad. You’re gorgeous when you come. And that little mewling thing you do, sexy as hell.”

“What little mewling thing?”

“Maybe it’s more of a whimper.”

“I don’t whimper.”

David laughs and I know. This is what sex is supposed to be, orgasms and laughter. It was why I wanted David in the first place. Lust and laughter are a heady combination and what I’ve always felt with him.

“Don’t get self-conscious,” he says. “Feel what it did to me.” He takes my hand and presses it to his hard length.

“I still want you,” I say.

“Good, because unless you tell me to fuck off because you got yours — which wouldn’t be nice, by the way — then I’m hoping we can both try to have an orgasm together.”

As he talks, David gets out of bed and pads naked to his dresser. He pulls open a drawer, fishes out a condom, and tears the wrapper open. He smirks at me as he saunters back to the bed while rolling the condom down his length.

Sexy as the sight is, I can’t help but think about the reason he has them stashed in that drawer. He doesn’t want to think about me with other men, and I feel the same.

I blow out a breath. What matters is that we are together now, that we have this second chance. And if I’m lucky, he’ll want more than one time, like he said. And maybe he’ll even want more than sex.

He holds my gaze as he prowls closer, climbs back onto the bed and settles between my legs. He nuzzles his nose along my jaw before tugging at my earlobe with his teeth. It sends tendrils of pleasure down my neck and all the way to my nipples. I wait for him to push into me, but he doesn’t.

“I lost you somewhere,” he says.

I shake my head.

“Willa, no more misunderstandings. No secrets.”

I lick my lips. “I was just thinking of… condoms.”