Boldly mimicking him, I reach around and take his muscular ass into my hands. Suddenly there’s a hard cock between my legs. And the seriousness of the situation is just becoming clear. My forehead drops against his strong shoulder as I let out a hot sigh.
We’re really doing this.
“Hands, baby,” he whispers. “Untuck my shirt.”
I hastily pull the cotton from his trousers. Then I reach up, finding the taut lines of his back with my fingertips.
He rewards me with a wet kiss on my neck. “Now unzip me.”
This, too, is easily done. Although I’m too chicken to touch him as I lower his zipper and cause his trousers to fall away.
He’s not afraid, though. He drags my new silk top over my head, flings it aside, and then cups both of my breasts as he kisses me hotly. Wetly. Then my bra is speedily unhooked and tossed aside.
The man is seriously good with his hands. If he can skate, too, I predict great things for his hockey career.
“Fuuuck,” he says with slow appreciation as his gaze rakes down my body. “I know what the I is for now.”
“What?” I gulp, because he’s unbuttoning his shirt hastily, bringing a ripped chest into view.
“It’s for Instaboner.” He chucks the shirt aside, then—as I gape—drops his boxers. A thick erection bobs up, slapping him on the belly.
God, that body. He has muscles in places I didn’t know you could have muscles. I can feel myself staring.
He doesn’t notice, though. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. He’s too busy backing me up until the bed hits the backs of my legs.
I sit down quickly. He leans over, kissing me again, planting his hands on either side of me and gently levering me backward until my back hits the mattress. His hard body comes down over mine. My toes lose contact with the floor, and I’m more or less pinned there underneath him.
And I like it. Our kisses are deep and wild. There’s no reason to wonder whether I’m doing it right, either. My only choice is to lie here and take it while he strokes my tongue with his, and works a hand onto my breast to give my nipple a firm tweak.
Each kiss is an education. Tank is right. He really is good at celebrating.
The kisses go on and on, until I feel wild and needy. My hands are full of his thick hair, and I can hear my own moan as he grinds against the hot center of me. I love the feel of him between my thighs. Like a long, thick compliment.
“Christ,” he pants, kissing his way down my neck. He rolls halfway off me.
Then he grabs my hand, placing it right on his bare cock. I stroke him gently, and he hums his appreciation.
“Harder,” he demands. I tighten my grip, and a grimace of desire crosses his handsome face. “Ah, yeah.” He gives a clenched-teeth grunt and he thrusts shamelessly into my hand.
That look of bliss on his face is another revelation. I want to be someone who chases pleasure with the same abandon.
And I think I’m in luck. Tank rains kisses down on my breasts. Then he plunges his hand into my panties and parts my legs with thick fingers.
I can’t hold back my moan. I don’t even try.
“Fuck,” he mutters happily. “I was wrong about something.”
“Wh-what?” I gasp, because the stroke of his thumb across my clit has me arching into his touch. My nipples are hard and my body is throbbing for him.
“The W is for wet, and the H is for hard.” His kisses trail from nipple to nipple, and I am inventing new body positions just to find more contact with his mouth and hands. “But the I, honey…that’s for inside.”
I let out a moan of impatience, and his answer is a chuckle. But now he’s reaching off the bed and procuring a condom from someplace. And that’s my cue to roll over, finally climbing all the way onto the mattress. I lie on my side, watching him roll the condom down onto himself. Tonight I’ve stumbled into another girl’s life. A wilder girl, who knows how to have a good time. The hottest man I have ever met is suiting up to have sex with me.
Is twenty-one going to be a good year or what?
He joins me on the bed, lying down on his side, facing me. He runs a hand down my flank, his green eyes dipping to take in my nakedness. I enjoy his unsubtle appreciation, and await further instructions.
But there aren’t any. Tank merely moves closer and kisses me again. Then he casually bends my knee upward and fills me in one long stroke.
I didn’t even know that was physically possible. So I gasp with surprise and clench around the fullness. I’m nose to nose and tit to tit with a man I met four hours ago. And it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Now be a good girl and look me in the eye while you come on my cock.”
And I’m speechless. But that’s okay, too, apparently. In another feat of physical prowess, he begins to move inside me with exquisite precision even while we lay side by side. I gaze, hazy and unfocused, into his green eyes as my pleasure builds. My hands roam his body of their own free will. I’m so turned on that I ache.
By the time he pushes me onto my back and picks up the pace, I’m breathless and speaking in tongues.
“Now, honey,” he begs, slipping a hand between our bodies to stroke me over the edge. And finally, a climax crashes over my achy soul and steals my breath away.
He makes a loud noise of appreciation and then groans
