Page 79 of Here & Now

“It’s okay,” she said, continuing to fondle him.

She enjoyed watching him come undone, knowing she was responsible for it.

As he leaned against the island, clutching the edge of the counter, he bucked into her hands with earnest. “BREE!”

She maintained her grip as he erupted, and his climax flowed out and onto her hands. When his muscles relaxed, she released him and moved away to get some paper towels.

After they’d cleaned up and thrown away the towels, he pulled her into his arms again.

“Best kitchen sex ever,” he said and gave her a squeeze.

She assumed he’d had it before, but she decided not to dwell on that. Besides, it was hard to think straight with him standing naked in said kitchen. Suddenly she wasn’t sure where to look or what to do. Luckily, he took the decision out of her hands.

He lifted her, and she smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. While holding onto her with one arm, he reached out and grabbed the condom with the other. Then he carried her out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” she said, though, at this point, she really didn’t care.

“Couch or bedroom, it’s up to you.”

“Down the hall, last room on the right.”

He carried her to the bedroom, and then she slid down his body until her feet were on the floor. She was still wearing her shoes and dress, though the bodice was hanging down.

He quickly removed them and then stepped back and gazed at her. She warmed, noticing he was already erect again. Their eyes met, and she shivered with anticipation.

“I want to be inside you,” he said, his voice low and deep.

“I want that too.”

He ripped open the condom package, removed the condom, and rolled it on. The bed was just a few steps away, but he picked her up again and gently laid her on top of it.

Leaning over her on all fours, he gazed at her as if memorizing her features. She was starting to get used to his perusal of her, and she felt her self-consciousness slipping away.

“I love your freckles.”

Of all the things she thought he might say, that wasn’t one of them. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” He trailed his index finger over her shoulder blade.

“I can’t say the same, but I’ve learned to accept them.”

He lowered his head and kissed where his finger had been. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to kiss them.”

She laughed. “There’s plenty more where those came from. Knock yourself out!”

“I plan on it,” he said and lowered his head again.

She lost track of time as he kissed and touched every freckle on her body. By the end, she felt damp and needy between her legs, which was where he headed next.

He kissed her inner thighs, and they automatically opened, inviting him to continue. When his tongue swiped over her seam, she tipped her head back and moaned.

After a few more passes, she thought she’d die from the pleasure, but then he stopped. He crawled up her body and swiped his erection over her.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he said gruffly.

“So ready,” she said as he began to push inside.

Keeping most of his weight off her, he moved forward inch by inch until he was fully rooted. With his hands bracketing each side of her head, he lowered his mouth to hers and sucked on her bottom lip.

Her hips arched in response, and he did it again. Soon she was bucking feverishly beneath him, urging him to go deeper. His tongue plundered her mouth as he plunged forward, and she felt herself getting lost again.

He was everywhere, surrounding her, kissing her, filling her until she was close to bursting. Gripping his firm butt, she used it as leverage to pull him in.

He growled and picked up the pace.

She felt ravenous, as if the kitchen sex hadn’t happened, and he seemed just as hungry.

“Are you close?” he panted in her ear.

“Yes.”

Saying so pushed her over the edge, and he tumbled with her, though it felt less like falling and more like rising. Higher and higher they ascended until they reached the peak, and then slowly, peacefully, they floated back down.