“Do you need me, Phillip?”
“Endlessly.” He shook with the need to share everything he was feeling. But this really wasn’t the time. He wasn’t the important one in this bed at the moment. He was already convinced this was right and forever. This sight was one he’d be seeing for the rest of his life. He knew that as fact, and that fact, for him, went down to the bone.
“I’ll be right back.” Jason gave her another short kiss then eased himself off her body.
Phillip didn’t waste any time.
“Come here, love.” As she moved toward him, he reached out for her. Lifting her, he set her on himself. The silky slide of her legs as she straddled him sent a wonderful thrill coursing through his body.
It had been a struggle donning the condom, as he’d been rapt in their lovemaking, but seeing Leesa’s eyes widen as she realized he had indeed protected her made that struggle well worth the effort.
“I’ve never…”
The light pink that tinged her cheeks sent conflicting emotions through him. On the one hand, it pleased him that this first time of hers would be with him. On the other, he wanted to pound on that miserable excuse for a man Leesa had been married to.
Keep it just the three of us in this bed and keep it light.
He didn’t need anyone to tell him that his woman needed every tender care right now. So he gave her a smile that felt tender. “Just like riding a horse, sweetheart.”
“Well, you’re certainly hung like one. You both are.”
Phillip’s bark of laughter jiggled her, and he put his hands on her waist to keep her from falling over.
“Ooh, a bucking bronc!” Leesa thickened her slight Texas accent.
Jason was laughing as he joined them on the bed. He stretched out on their right, his attention on them both. Phillip shot him a quick glance, needing to be certain of one thing.
And wanted to slap the ceiling, because he’d never seen his best friend look so relaxed or so happy. Jealousy was nowhere on him.
Phillip met Leesa’s gaze. He lifted her just slightly. “Reach down and put my cock at the entrance to your pussy, baby. Take me in. Fuck me.”
Her smoky gaze and the sultry grasp of her hand on his condom-covered cock shot his horniness just about as high as it could go. Praying he didn’t come on the first downstroke, he lowered her again. The clasp of her hot, tight cunt damn near set him off.
“Ride me.”
Leesa placed her hands on his chest and began to move. He released her waist and let her set the pace. He might have thought he’d be unable to stop himself, but understanding her, knowing this was a first, and that his ceding control to her was a gift long overdue, he was able to do just that.
“You feel so fucking good.” He’d needed to give her those words. He had the sense her ex had left her feeling inadequate when it came to sex. So not the truth!
“It feels so good, fucking.”
“Saucy wench.” Phillip couldn’t control his grin, and it pleased him more than he could say that Leesa apparently felt the same.
And then, as she moved, as he felt Jason’s attention on them, on that spot where they joined, the humor fled, and hunger grew.
Over and over, again and again, Leesa rose and fell, rose and fell, and the hot stroking of her tunnel on his cock took him to places he’d never known existed. This was more, far, far, more than mere sex. He shivered and quelled the masculine need to take back that control by placing his hands on her breasts. Her nipples turned enticingly hard. Unwilling to resist this temptation, Phillip captured those pretty buds between his thumbs and forefingers. Knowing she would love it, he pinched and tugged and was immediately rewarded by a tiny gush of nectar from his lover.
“So good, honey. So damn good.”
Her reaction to his praise, a kind of stunned joy, just made him even more determined to focus on her, on her pleasure and her needs.
Leesa’s sexy smile went straight to his balls. He felt the quiver in her arms as she tried to keep her pace measured. He kept his focus on her. Her gaze flickered, and she licked her lips. Then, her voice a strained whisper, she said, “Please.”
Phillip released her breasts, clasped her waist and pulled her down, hard. Oh yes, she likes that. He moved, lifting his hips as he brought her down again and again. He felt the depth of his thrust and could see by the way her gaze became an unfocused glaze that she was close. Her inner muscles grabbed at his cock. Phillip grunted, holding off his own pleasure until Leesa’s eyes closed and her body convulsed. Then he let go, thrusting hard and fast and finally holding her close, so close, as his balls exploded, sending stream after stream of his seed into the condom.
For a moment, just a tiny heartbeat of time, he wished the condom away. That thought, and what it meant, reignited his libido with an explosion that rocked him to his soul. He came harder, and longer, than he had ever come before.
And tasted, in the ecstasy, the flavor of destiny.
Chapter Ten
“How are you doing there, sweetheart?”
Was that humor or smugness in Jason’s tone? Leesa mentally shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t mind either way. The fact that practically any motion on her part had to be performed mentally was proof that she certainly had no cause for complaint.
Leesa had just experienced three orgasms in just under an hour and a half. And not just her usual do-it-yourself insipid little pop orgasms, either. No, they’d been full-out, Fourth of July fireworks orgasms. Bold and bright and beautiful.
Until this night, she’d never known that having sex—no, that making love—could be so damn good. She suddenly understood how
