Page 44 of Flirty Fall Fling

When the back of my knees hit the mattress, I pull him down with me, wanting all of him that he’s willing to give me until he leaves. That might be the most dangerous thing about this fling.

My patience runs out as he’s braced over me. His jeans are still on, and his cock is rock hard, settled between my legs.

“Going to fuck me or make me wait until the sun rises?” I ask.

He kisses me, then pulls away, sliding a foil packet from the pocket of his jeans. I gulp when he pushes his jeans and boxers down and sheathes that sword.

“Scared?” He moves over me, his eyes meeting mine.

“Ready,” I say, pressing my mouth against his and digging my heels into his muscular ass. “Be careful with me. It’s been so long; I might be a virgin again.”

He chuckles against my neck as he pushes inside me slowly. We hold the same breath, and everything disappears around us. The entire universe shifts on its axis.

Jamie waits, allowing me to adjust, then starts to move out, then back in.

He fills me so full that I see stars.

It’s not supposed to be like this. I already know that much is true.

12

JAMIE

Imove slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Tomorrow, she’ll feel every fucking place I’ve been tonight. She lifts her mouth to meet mine, her heels digging into me like spurs.

“Give me more of you,” she demands in a hushed whisper as we find a steady rhythm. Her head falls back, and her eyelids flutter closed.

I hook her knee over my arm and drive deeper. The new angle steals whatever she planned to say next. Her mouth opens, and a moan releases from her. I cover her mouth with my palm, and the rest comes out muffled.

I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You want those roommates knowing I’m fucking your brains out?”

She rolls her hips up to take me deeper. Her nails dig down my back as I slam into her. The only noises in the room are our ragged breaths and the slick rhythm of my cock going in and out.

On the last thrust, I pull out and stand. I grab her ankles, sliding her to the edge of the bed. I drop to my knees, ready to devour her. She pushes up onto her elbows and meets my eyes.

“This okay?” I ask.

Her teeth find the corner of her lip. “No one has ever …”

Those four words rearrange everything in my head. Not one man has ever knelt down to give her this. Anger moves through me, and underneath it sits a truth I hold close. I’m about to be Blaire’s first. Most women in their thirties don’t have firsts left. I don’t feel like I deserve such an honor.

“It’s a fucking privilege,” I say, and my voice comes out low. “Lie back and relax. It’s going to feel so damn good.”

For the first time all night, she wavers. Her knees drift together, and I’m not used to seeing her suddenly shy. It undoes me more than the confession did.

“Trust me?” I press my mouth to the inside of her knee and kiss up the softness of her inner thigh.

“Yes.” A long breath escapes her, and she gives in to me.

Her guard is falling, and I don’t know how long it will last, but I take it.

The first lick of her rewires my brain chemistry. She tastes like salt and warm honey, as if magic has soaked into her skin. Beneath the lavender of her sheets, there’s a flavor that is only her. Fuck, I’m already addicted.

I’ve done this plenty, but I’ve never wanted to please and give the princess treatment to anyone else. This is the first time in my life I’ve wanted to press pause on life and stay in a moment. It doesn’t scare me half as much as it should.

She’s soft and slick against my tongue as I rub circles against her clit and down to her tight hole. Her thighs tremble as I lick her from top to fucking bottom. I learn the rhythm and pressure that makes her squirm.

Her fingers thread into my hair, careful at first, asking for permission. I groan against her, sucking and flicking her tight bundle of nerves until she’s fisting the comforter. I’m exactly where she wants me, and she rolls her hips up to meet my tongue, riding my mouth, taking what she desires. Gently, I slide a finger into her pussy and curl, then add another one. Her hand flies to her mouth, and her eyes squeeze closed. Every broken moan that slips past her hand belongs to me. I’d trade my penthouse for more of this.