Helen knelt between his spread legs and threw her robe over the side of the bed.
He traced her curves, squeezing her breasts then her hips on a path down the hourglass. “I bought condoms.”
“So you assumed we’d end up like this? How presumptuous.” Their rapport had gotten so easy, so fun. A bond formed through stolen joy. He was hers, and she was his.
“Call it optimism.” He treated her to a full-watt grin, the charm of it made dirty-hot by the spark in his eyes.
She liked Brian so much. He embodied his contradictions with panache, excelled at being himself. And he was weird, like her, yet so different. Yang to her yin.
“Checks out. So suit up.”
Wasting nary a second, he opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a foil packet. Keeping up the no-nonsense approach, he ripped it open and slid the tan circle down his shaft, stretching the film to the root and pinching off the reservoir tip.
With an attention to detail and meticulous methodology that characterized even the smallest of Brian’s actions, he made the mundane act of safe sex prep hot as sin.
Their eye contact was fierce, unbroken. She climbed him like a tree, planted her hands on his shoulders, and lowered herself onto him.
His gaze slipped to the spot where their bodies joined, and he clamped firm hands below her waist. “You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m up here.” She pointed at her face as she ground back and forth, filled up by the unique, tingling invasion of penetration. Filled by the man she loved, and by love itself.
“I’m looking at your gorgeous pussy right now, love. How you’re swallowing me up. So slick and hot.”
She quickened her pace, gasping when the metal hoop at the tip of his dick rubbed her G-spot at the most perfect angle. Tension gathered inside, building at a startling pace. “Is that thing made to please a woman?”
He winked at her. “My big cock, you mean?”
Okay, a second to unpack por favor. The statement should have registered as obnoxious or insufferable, or at most a charming-ish performance of alpha-cocky cliché begging to be excoriated.
But on Brian, the wackiest experiment in bad good boy-slash-good bad boy ever concocted, it was hilarious in the best way possible. Because he asked the question in a way no one else could.
She busted out laughing. “Yeah. That. At first I thought nature intended it as a means to scare off rival elephants. My bad.”
Her giggles didn’t subside, and he added a chuckle to the mix. Playfulness shone through his eyes, and the corners of them crinkled like they had at the fair. Nostalgia, awareness of of the history of the two of them, sweetened lust and turned sex into making love.
Brian leaned up and wrapped his arms around her, the warm friction of their chests pressed together rich with import. She kissed his cheek, squealing as he flipped her onto her back without disengaging. Talk about skilled maneuvering.
He situated himself on top of her and propped up on his elbows. “You’re a goddess, all spread out before me.” He pumped, gaze roving over her face like he wanted to memorize the sight of her for all eternity.
“You never answered my question.” She squeezed his biceps, widening to provide him optimal access. Her body language gave consent to go harder, deeper, and the intensity of his eye contact accepted her gift of license.
“About what?” He slipped a hand between sweaty bodies, the pads of his fingers targeting her clit.
His mid-tempo strokes coaxed pleasure from her, bringing her higher with each circular motion. She built to a crescendo inside, too. The delicious feeling against her internal nub evoked her earlier inquiry.
“Your piercing. Did you get it to please women or for you?”
“Both. It’s supposed to feel good for both people during sex. You getting the contact where you need it, love?” Plunges quickened in time with his hand. A sharp grunt left his lips.
“Yeah.” Most mental faculties fled her as the bulk of her awareness gathered between her legs, into ratcheting hunger, heat, and tightness. Pleasure intensified, propelling her to an apex.
“God, you’re hot. And wet. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever had.”
The last part begged for a snarky, self-deprecating comeback, but Helen would be remiss to spoil their moment.
“You feel so good inside of me.” Did he ever. Long and hard as steel, he hammered away, faster and faster as he chased his payoff. Judging by the quickening speed of his fingers, he sought to bring her along for a mutually orgasmic ride.
“Oh, Helen Britney.” Two drops of sweat fell from his brow and struck her shoulder. His motions were relentless, needy, cries and groans quick and desperate.
She faded into him, his eyes and flesh. Sacred oneness with her lover.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Her own craving notched higher, twin tops swiveling on a couple of dense nerve bundles.
Amazing, how two little spots held the capacity for so much feeling.
Amazing, how her wrecked heart held the capacity for so much feeling. For being in synch with a partner like this.
She flung her legs in the air, giving them a few more decadent inches of penetration. The headboard thunked, banging into the wall. Mattress springs squeaked, a fog of sweat and sex making for an earthy intimacy.
“You make my dick so hard.” Wet skin slapping underscored his shameless, perfect words.
She cracked, splintering into shards and spinning off her axis. Helen was gone, no mind or thoughts, just the unbelievable, pulsating relief of climax. She’d never come this hard. She moaned and wailed her way through.
Brian read her body and face, zipping quick fingers over her clit until he’d milked her dry, then caught her legs at the ankles, yanked her feet as far apart as they’d stretch, and pounded.
He locked eye contact with her like the strength of their connection was the only thing that mattered. Everything that needed to be said traveled the passage between their eyes.
