Page 43 of Keeping it Local

I moaned as I arched back into him, tensing up for the second time, him continuing his pacing. I flooded everywhere, and as I finished, I wrapped my legs around him, rolling him to his back while on top, grinding on him.

“Holy shit,” he said, running his hands from my hips up to my breasts, tweaking my nipples before helping me grind back on him as his fingers pushed into my hips.

“Yes,” I said, grabbing one of his hands over my hip.

“I’m going to pull out,” he said.

“Don’t you dare. I want to feel it.”

He groaned, and I knew that put him over the edge. Even with the condom, I felt him throbbing in me, and I continued to push onto him, riding the wave, leaning down and grabbing his bottom lip with my teeth.

He squeezed my ass as he lifted me up to lay me next to him in the crook of his arm. We laid there for a moment, him kissing my forehead and holding me tight against his body, so close I could feel the rise and fall of his chest.

After a few moments, he let me go, sauntering to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he hopped back in bed, he pulled the cool sheet over us and pulled me into him, putting us face to face, with me leaning onto his chest.

Something was different, and as much as I liked feeling out of control with him, it also scared the hell out of me.

“You’re staying over tonight,” he said, rubbing down my bare back after pushing my hair out of the way.

“I was planning on it,” I said, craning my neck to look at him.

He kissed the top of my head as he pulled me in, both of our bodies still hot and sticky with sweat. “I have to tell you,” he whispered, a dazed look on his face. “You look incredibly sexy when you come.”

I felt my cheeks warm as I buried my face into his chest hair.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He put his finger under my chin, tilting it up. “What happened to the woman who told me she needed more? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It’s different.”

“What is?”

“When we’re in the middle of it.”

He shook his head and softly kissed my lips. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by anything we do.”

“No?” I asked, our lips still touching.

“Absolutely not. I love seeing you like that, and I want to see you like that.” He ran his hand down my back and pulled me into him. I could feel him getting hard again. “Feel that?”

“Uh-huh.” I said, jolting when his cock pushed against my thigh.

“That’s what you do to me.” He moaned lightly into my ear, knowing that it drove me insane.

I ran my fingertips down his abs until I reached his cock and stopped. I lightly stroked up and down, barely touching him, but feeling him already thrusting into my hand.

He groaned into my neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I have some idea.” I tightened my grip around his base, sliding all the way to the tip, where I rubbed the wetness around his head. “I feel the same way.” I leaned in and nibbled on his lip before lowering myself underneath the sheet and licked him from seam to tip.

I felt him already tensing up, sensitive to my touch.

“Too much?” I asked, running my tongue across his cockhead, then taking him into my mouth.

“No. I love it,” he said, wrapping my hair in his hand and urging me to go further.

And I did. I didn’t think about anything that could be and instead just enjoyed the short ride, even though I wanted more than I should ask for.

Chapter 17