Page 23 of The One Timer

“I’ll settle for one right now. One mighty all-holds-barred fucker of an orgasm. Think you can handle it?”

She laughs and strokes me soft and firm, and it probably doesn’t matter what she does now. I’m so on the edge that it’ll take only a small nudge to make me crash and burn.

“Hold that thought,” I say, reaching into the nightstand drawer and pulling it open to find my stash of condoms. “If I’m coming, I want to do it while I’m inside you.” I await her response, holding my breath and hoping she’s with me.

“You promised a wild ride, and I’m ready… except…”

Shit. “Except what, Em? Tell me. It’s okay. Whatever you⁠—”

“It’s just that you’re so ….big and I’m so…”

“Small?”

“No. I mean, I don’t know, but I mean, I’m so out of…condition. Out of practice.”

I grin. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. We’ll take it easy the first time.”

Her eyebrows go up. “You have big plans for the night, don’t you? More than once? Really? After playing a hockey game?”

“With you, I feel like I could go all night. You turn me on like you have a magic switch.”

Her smile lights her face, and my heart stops and skips, then thuds like a stampede of stallions in my chest. The surge prompts me to take care of the condom, and I roll it on.

“What if I wanted a taste of you?” she says, fingering my balls and giving me the kind of smile I’d imagine on a she-wolf before she devours me.

“Later. I promise you won’t go hungry.” She gives a small laugh, and I lower myself, returning my attention to her pussy, dipping my fingers in like it’s where they belong, like they’re returning to their natural habitat.

“You’re wetter than before, if that’s possible,” I whisper in her ear.

“What can I say? The sight of you between my legs, all majestic and ready, turns me on. In fact, I can’t remember ever feeling like this before, so needy and excitable.” She slides her hands down my back and grabs my ass, pressing me forward.

“You’re not shy.” My voice is gruff as I guide my cock to her pussy, replacing my fingers with the real thing. “You ready for some big D energy?” I hold myself still, waiting for her confirmation, holding my breath to give her this one last chance to change her mind.

“So ready.” Her voice is breathless, and she lifts her hips as she presses my ass, and I glide inside her steamy pussy with a shudder. My cock twitches with anticipation, so I force myself to still and regroup.

“You feel so fucking good.” I can hear the strain of holding back in my voice, and I take a deep breath.

“You okay?”

“I’ve never been more okay. How about you?”

“I’m so much better than okay. You’re killing me in the best way possible, teasing me, taking it easy, and going so slow⁠—”

“You want fast?”

“I want you. Whatever you have, whatever you want to give me.”

It turns out her words are more lethal than the heat of her pussy, crashing through my self-control, and I push all the way inside her to the very end.

She cries out and holds on as I glide back out, shaky and holding onto her, my hands under her ass, keeping us connected.

“Don’t stop, Chase. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” Her words tremble, and I hear them, their meaning registering deep down in the raw depths of my soul, bypassing everywhere else.

My body responds the way it was meant to do, the way that has kept us going forever, seeking pleasure with a beautiful, relentless, single-minded purpose.

Except I’m aware this is Emery and who she is. All the meaning I’ve given to her since we met is wrapped up in my arms and around my cock, fueling me to move faster, harder, heating us up hotter, tighter, driving us to the edge of the oblivion of bliss, pounding until the crescendo of my blood rushing, of everything inside me rushing to release, explodes into her, caught in the condom, pumping, surging in waves of mindless euphoria where I hear myself saying her name over and over as she answers with my name as she convulses around me.

My breathing is ragged and my mind blank as I kiss her face, our bodies stuck together skin-to-skin, fused by the act of sex—more than sex—love-making—though that’s impossible. My mind returns to blank, and I concentrate on breathing and holding her, feeling her body around mine, her breathing against mine, her heart thudding against my chest, and my heart drumming in my ears so loud and hard I try to slow my breathing, to inhale deeper. To take in her scent and relax.