There’s no single part of her that I like better than the rest. I like it all and I show her so with a dedication to touching and kissing every inch.
She squirms underneath me as I move down her body, tracing a single finger along the middle of her stomach, past her belly button, and down to her slick pussy. She raises her hips to give me better access and I dip my head.
Her hands find my hair and her fingers slide along my scalp and tug the strands as I taste her. She writhes and moans and it’s so fucking hot my dick leaks with desperation. I wait until she’s so close she’s panting my name before I finally line up at her entrance. I inch in slowly, her tight pussy squeezing me.
I’m worried about hurting her and making it good for her for all of two seconds before pleasure wraps around my spine and zaps my brain.
“I’m okay,” she says when I don’t immediately move.
“That makes one of us.”
She laughs and the slight movement of her body nearly sends me over the edge, and I have to close my eyes and grind down on my back molars for a second to regain my composure. I move at a pace meant to keep me from coming, but that somehow tips Ginny over the edge. She looks up at me wide-eyed and gorgeous as she rides out her first orgasm.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
I pull out and place a kiss to her lips and then turn her onto her stomach and lift her hips.
I bite one ass cheek and then kiss it before nudging the head of my cock inside her pussy. She pushes back into me. “Hold on, baby. This won’t be as gentle.”
She flashes me a grin over her shoulder. With one hand on her hip and the other at the base of her neck, I bury myself inside of her sweet heat.
We both shudder. My balls are heavy, and I resist the urge to pound into her like a jackhammer. Slowly, I ease in and out, finding a nice rhythm.
“Harder,” she whispers so quietly it takes me a second to realize what she’s asking.
“You’re sure?”
She nods. “Fuck me hard like I know you want to.”
Stars dot my vision and my voice is gruff. “Grab the headboard.”
Her fingers find it in an instant. Her eagerness and the new angle gives new meaning to torturous pleasure. Ermahgerd.
I fuck her as hard as I’ve dreamed of doing, but with every thrust and every slap of skin against skin, it somehow feels more meaningful too. It’s never felt this all-consuming before. I know Ginny in a way I’ve never known anyone else and that makes this better in so many ways. I can read her body and the emotions on her face.
She owns me as she falls apart beneath me for a second time. I fight to hold off my orgasm so that I can keep watching her, but with two more hard thrusts, my eyes slam shut and I follow.
I wrap an arm around her waist and fall onto the bed with her tucked into my front. We’re gasping for air together. I feel like I’ve landed in another dimension. This girl… fuck, this girl.
I really don’t want to move, but I need to clean up and I know she’ll want to, also.
I start to pull back and she grabs onto my forearm. “Don’t go. Not yet.”
“Just going to clean up. I’ll be right back.”
I slide out of bed and pad to the bathroom to wash up, grab a wet cloth and bring it back to her. She sits up and reaches for it.
“I got it.”
She leans back on both elbows while I take care of her; she watches me with a sleepy smile. After getting rid of the rag, I climb back into bed with her.
Neither of us speaks as we lie there drifting off. A peacefulness I wasn’t expecting after the day’s events settles in.
“Heath,” she says as I’m just about asleep.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I’m bad at sex anymore.”
“No, baby doll.” I snicker. “You definitely aren’t.”
She yawns, snuggles into my side, and falls asleep in my arms.
The next morning I wake up before Ginny and head downstairs. Rauthruss is already in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He looks tired, hair sticking up everywhere.
“Long night?”
“Yeah, man. Real long night.”
“How’s Adam?”
“Sleeping hard. We’ve gotta get out of here soon though.”
I nod and grab some coffee too.
His phone pings and he lets out a sigh. “What a weekend.”
“That Carrie?”
“Yeah, she’s pissed because I forgot to call her last night.”
“Had a few things going on.”
“No shit.” He sighs. “I should call her, let her yell at me, and get it over with so I can start groveling.”
“Sounds awesome.” I chuckle as he heads outside.
I try to conjure an image of Ginny and me like that but can’t summon it.
I take my coffee upstairs ready to wake my girl and enjoy the last moments before we head back. As I walk into Ginny’s room, her voice carries through the bathroom from Adam’s room. I glance in and see her legs hanging off the end of his bed and the bottoms of Adam’s feet.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asks him.
“Yeah, I just can’t believe it. They always seemed so solid. My whole life feels like a lie.”
“That’s a little dramatic.”
“But seriously, if they can’t work things out, what hope is there for anyone?”
“Oh, come on. You and Taryn are great. Me and Heath… it can work out.”
“You and Heath.” A deep, sarcastic laugh follows.
“Look, I know you’re all anti-love right now, but don’t rain on my parade. Heath is great.”
“Sure, of course he is, Ginny. My issue with you two was never about him being a bad guy—he’s not. Heath’s fun and
