Then she goes slack in my hands. Spent and satisfied.
And it still gets me. The undiluted gratification of going down on her. Of giving her bliss. But as happy as I am that I made her come, my own hedonistic craving pushes at me, driving me like the roar of a crowd at a college football game.
Go, go, go!
I rise to my knees and hook my arms under Kate’s calves, spreading her wide. Then I bury myself fully in one powerful push.
There’s nothing better than this—nothing on earth that feels this perfect. That first thrust, when my cock is enveloped by Kate’s tight, wet, warmth—it’s rapture so intense, it borders on pain.
My head rolls back on my neck as I savor the feeling. Then I pull my hips back, sliding against her grip, and drive back in.
Using her legs for leverage, I fuck her hard, but slow. When I’m buried to the hilt I rock my hips side to side, rubbing my pelvis against Kate’s sweet spot, until she’s recovered from her first orgasm and climbing towards number two.
With each move of my hips, Kate cries out in harsh breaths.
“Yes!”
“Drew!”
“More!”
The pleasure tingles and builds, gathering low in my stomach. And when Kate arches her back and clamps down around me, I push forward a final time and pulse inside her as I groan and curse.
Out of breath, I collapse on top of her, and she presses her lips to mine in an open- mouthed, chest-heaving kiss. Afterward, I turn my head and pant against her neck.
With a small laugh she says, “Wow. So I guess you really missed me last night, huh?”
I smile. “What gave me away?”
I roll to the side and Kate snuggles against me. Once her heartbeat slows, she complains, “Now I have to take another bath. You made me sweaty.”
I run my fingers through her hair. “I like you sweaty. You should stay like this.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I smell.”
I press my face against her neck and inhale dramatically. “You smell like sweat and sex…and me. It’s hot. Eau de Cum kicks Chanel Number Five’s ass.”
For a guy, there’s something primordial about a woman covered in your scent—it’s the most primitive way of staking your claim. Of showing every other peckerhead that a woman is very much taken. It’s animalistic, sure, but that doesn’t make it any less arousing.
“That’s gross. I’m taking another bath.”
I chuckle. “Whatever makes you happy.”
Plus, it’ll give me a reason to make her sweaty again. Another reason.
After five minutes of customary cuddling, Kate lifts her head from the pillow of my chest and orders, “You have to get the hell out of here.”
My brow furrows. “Kicking me out already? I feel so used.”
She laughs.
I say, “I see how it is. You only want me for my body.”
Mimicking my earlier tone, Kate replies, “Well…yeah. Although your mind can be mildly entertaining.”
I smack her ass with an open palm.
Slap
She squeaks and jumps out of bed, out of my reach.
“Get dressed.” My clothes are thrown at my head as Kate slips into her robe and tip-toes out the door to check if the coast is clear.
I’m dressed by the time she comes back in.
She holds out her hand. “Come on, Dee’s in her room. You’re good to go.”
I pull on her hand until she crashes against me. “I don’t wanna go. I want to defile the prestigious Plaza Hotel by having you ride me like a slutty mermaid in the bathtub.”
Kate shakes her head. “Not today. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
I sigh. “Fine.” I brush my lips against hers quickly. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”
Kate pinches me, because she knows I’m being sarcastic. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
“There’s going to be a lot of people downstairs. How am I going to find you?”
She smiles. “You won’t be able to miss me. I’ll be the one walking down the aisle to you. Wearing…silver.”
Chapter 2
MARRIAGE.
The final frontier.
Steven went first. He was kind of our test subject. Like those monkeys that NASA sent off into space in the fifties, knowing they’d never make it back alive.
And now Matthew has followed in his footsteps.
What? You didn’t think I was getting married today, did you?
No frigging way. I’ve barely got the boyfriend thing down. I’m not ready to tackle the title of husband. Don’t want to bite off more than I can chew. Matthew, on the other hand, is just crazy enough to give it a try.
And the proposal—now, there’s a fucking story. Matthew had this whole romantic thing going. Rented out an entire restaurant for just him and Delores. He even had a string quartet playing music in the background. But when the big moment came? He was so nervous, he hyperventilated.