More than Once

10

Moving lower, I traced the beautiful swell of her hips with my tongue. Every time she got too relaxed, I used my teeth, and each tiny bite made her moan even louder. By the time I got to the edge of her thong, she was writhing beneath me, thrusting up, trying to direct my head between her legs.

I tugged the thong down and off her, then kissed my way back up the insides of her thighs. For a moment, I just admired how sexy she was as I traced one finger slowly along her soft skin.

“So ready for me,” I murmured. “But not yet.”

The second my mouth made contact, she bucked underneath me, driving my lips harder against her. I sought her out with my tongue, lazily exploring her at first, then licking her with quick, deep strokes. Her knees tightened on either side of my head, and I dove deeper, sucking faster, taking her right to the edge. But right when her body started to tremble and tense, I pulled back, rising to my knees.

“Oh my god, you can’t stop now,” she said. “I’m so close.”

“I know,” I said, moving up her body. “But you’re not allowed to come yet. Not until I’m inside you.”

“Hurry.” She was so beautiful, lying naked before me, her platinum hair spread across the pillow. She barely knew me, yet she was completely trusting and eager for me to do whatever I wanted to her.

A new thought made me pause.

“Condoms,” I said. “s**t. I don’t have any. Tara and I stopped using them and…”

A flash of pain hit me at her name, at how I’d believed we’d be together forever. I hadn’t slept with anyone else in so long. Now she was off somewhere f*****g Hector, no doubt. The image made me want to punch a hole in the wall and break down in tears at the same time.

Becca’s palms cupped my cheeks, turning my face back to hers, like she could tell I was getting sucked into painful memories again. She pulled me down for a sensual kiss, fitting our naked bodies together, and her comforting, tender embrace helped dissolve all the anger and sadness.

“I have some in my purse,” she whispered.

Thank god. I climbed off of her and fetched her purse. She fished out a condom and ripped it open, then slowly eased it onto me.

I drew her into my arms and kissed her, letting her sexy mouth wipe away any other thought but her. We licked and sucked each other’s lips, like we couldn’t get enough of the taste of us on each other. Then I pushed her down onto the bed and she parted for me.

I moved between her thighs, rubbing against her slowly, up and down, until she was gasping and digging her nails into my arms.

“Andy,” she said. “I can’t take it any longer. Please.”

That’s what I’d wanted to hear. I drove inside her, filling her in one hard movement. She was so warm and tight; for a second all I could do was stop and enjoy her. Then I began to move. Pounding into her with long, deep thrusts. Pulling myself nearly all the way out, then burying myself to the hilt, over and over again.

Her legs wrapped around my ass, drawing me in even deeper. Her nails bit into my back, probably leaving angry red marks there. I grabbed her hands, forcing them down onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head. She gasped, but her thighs tightened around me, like this was exactly what she’d been wanting all along. Me too, it turned out.

“Harder,” she whispered in my ear. “Faster. Rougher.”

I’d been holding back, worried I might hurt her, worried I’d go too far. But that didn’t seem to be an issue with Becca. Had I finally found the perfect girl for me, who would respond to every dirty thing I wanted to do to her?

“You want more?” I asked, impaling her with a sharp thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, her eyes clenched shut. I moved faster, giving her what she wanted, slamming into her again and again. Her fingers dug into the sheets above her head, and little cries escaped her lips each time I sank deeper inside her. Our bodies slapped together and the bed creaked beneath us as I let go of all control, losing myself in the exquisite feel of her.

The climax seemed to rush through her, making her back arch up and her heels dig harder into my ass. My hands tightened around her wrists, keeping her pinned down as she cried out so loud I was sure everyone in the hotel heard. Her entire body gripped me tighter, and the look on her face of sweet surrender tipped me over the edge, too.

The orgasm was so strong it was almost painful. I started to pull back as it crashed through my body, but she locked her legs around me, bucking her hips in time with my movements. She kept me deep within her, and we both rode the waves of pleasure until we’d given ourselves up to each other completely.

I’d never come so hard in my life. Then again, I’d never had s*x that incredible before. Sweat dripped off both of us, but I wrapped my arms around Becca and buried my face in her neck, relaxing on top of her and inside her. She slid her arms around my shoulders, holding me close, her legs still draped around my ass.

Neither one of us said anything. We simply held each other, breathing each other in, like we both knew what we’d done together had been special. I’d never been so uninhibited with a woman before. With Becca, for once in my life, I felt like I could completely be myself.

I just wished we’d met when we weren’t both so broken.