He moved off the bed, and seconds later, he returned with protection and started to unzip his jeans.
She sat up straight. “Let me.”
He held out his arms, gesturing playfully to his pelvis.
“Come and get it,” she said, as if she were providing the caption for a photo of him right now. Funny, how she could almost see him posing for a picture, poking fun at himself. He’d be a good subject with those eyes, that hair, that body.
“And then we’ll both come.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “I can’t think of a better idea than that,” she said, reaching for the zipper and sliding it down, then pushing his jeans and briefs to the floor. She inhaled sharply as she caught sight of his c**k for the first time. Beautiful, long, and thick.
His breathing intensified when she touched him. His eyes zeroed in on her. “Tell me something. Do you want me to spread you out on the bed? Take you on all fours? Bend you over? Or do you want to throw me down on the bed, climb on top of me and ride me into oblivion?”
She held up one finger. “I’ll take one ticket on the ride to oblivion, please.” She moved her hands to his h*ps and shoved him down on the bed. Megan laughed as he pretended to fall hard, like she’d truly slammed this big, strong man down on the bed.
Then her laughing faded, and so did his as she straddled him, and took the condom from his hand, and slid it on him. Heat spread through her body as she touched him, thrilling at his reaction and the way his c**k throbbed in her hand.
She rubbed him against her entrance, and sparks flew through her body at that first exhilarating tease. Hardness against heat. Steely length against wetness. The look in his eyes—hazy, hungry—told her he craved all of her.
There was something so frighteningly intimate about this moment—the moment before. It was the anticipation, the thrill, the wonder, and the agonizing wish that she’d connect with this person the way she wanted. It was the hope that he’d feel as good inside her as her body believed, and her body was a member of the faithful. Every cell in her longed for him, and her blood rushed hot and fast through her veins.
But there was also something nerve-racking about ha**ng s*x for the first time—whether she was f**king a stranger or making love to someone she knew. “Becker,” she whispered urgently, suddenly feeling the need to say this. “I didn’t go wandering behind your bar tonight looking for anything like this. I just want you to know that. But now it’s all I want.”
He grinned wildly, like she’d said the one perfect thing. “Then let’s give you what you want, because I wasn’t hanging out behind my bar scoping for action, but now you’re all I can think about.”
…
He locked eyes with her as she lowered herself onto him, her brown hair falling in a tumble across her na**d shoulders, her body so hot and ready. Her lips parted, and she moaned so sexily that the sound alone sent the temperature in him soaring. Her reactions, her pleasure, her sighs as she moved on him were like a f**king symphony, a gorgeous sound that blotted out everything else in the world. He was a giver; he knew that about himself. He wanted to give pleasure more than he wanted to receive it. And while he had nothing whatso-fucking-ever against coming, his mission was to make her come again, and to hear a chorus of cries and shouts from her as he took her over the edge.
He palmed her bottom, moving her up and down. “You feel so good, Megan. I love the way you move on me.”
“You’re pretty fun to ride,” she said, bending closer as she rocked up and down, her hot flesh gripping him, sending tremors throughout his body. Her br**sts bounced lightly as she moved, and that was all the invitation he needed to fondle them. Besides, if he didn’t have his hands on her br**sts in this position, then he’d need to have his brain examined. He reached for them, kneaded her flesh and squeezed her ni**les. Her breath caught as she closed her eyes, luxuriating, it seemed, in his touch.
“That’s pretty much the fastest way to send me over the edge,” she murmured.
“That is excellent intel to have. And thank God you got rid of that pesky bra earlier in the night.”
“I think this is why you didn’t resist having me on top,” she said. “Better access to my br**sts.”
“You figured me out. Besides, resistance is futile,” he said, rocking his h*ps into her with powerful thrusts. He stroked her ni**les as he f**ked her, and judging from her moans, she might have been ready to rocket into another cl**ax. Yeah, that’s exactly where he wanted to send her. He wanted to hear that beautiful music falling on his ears. He’d join her there soon enough; his cl**ax was visible on the horizon now, coming into view as pleasure pulsed through his veins.
“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you? I thought you were stunning walking down the street. And now I know you’re even more breathtaking when you come,” he said, his voice hot and husky against her skin as he pulled her to him. He ran his hands through her hair. “And I want to see that again.”
“You’re going to,” she panted, crying out in pleasure, the expression on her face absolutely decadent as her lips fell open. She rode him faster and harder until he felt her tighten around him, then dig her nails into his shoulders, holding on hard as she came undone on him.
Then he f**ked her relentlessly through his own orgasm, until he collapsed alongside her, in that same state of delirium that strangers who were now lovers sought. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ear. There was a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and he found it made her all the more alluring. He stepped away for a minute to toss out the condom, and when he returned, he pulled her in close. “Thank you for coming home with me tonight,” he whispered.