Seven(12)

“I will,” he murmured, holding her by the shoulders and pulling her up into a sitting position. “The vibrator will just be back up.”

In spite of herself, Amy chuckled at this. Then leaned over and kissed him with slow tenderness. She loved how stubborn he was—how he’d never back down from a fight—even though it meant he would never back down from her.

So much of their relationship had been made up of this playful competitiveness, even from the first day they met in the bookstore, when neither one would break the pretense of indifference, when they were obviously interested in each other.

That was all she could hope for in a casual relationship like this—to be pleased and challenged and entertained.

Not loved.

She rubbed her breasts against his chest as she explored the warm depths of his mouth with her tongue. He moaned against her lips and was suddenly more urgent, squeezing her tightly and sinking his fingers into the flesh of her ass.

Laughing softly as she pulled away from the kiss, she said, “Are you sure you’re going to be able to hold out long enough?” She reached down and stroked his erection. “What about your own happy ending?”

He shifted until he was kneeling on the bed and started to rearrange her body. Before he finished speaking, he had turned her over and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him. “My happy ending isn’t about coming.” His fingers fondled deeper in the space between her legs, where she was still wet and aroused from his continued, gentle massage of her clit.

She wiggled her bottom at the intensity of the stimulation, but more intense were the growing feelings in her chest. In her heart. “What is your happy ending?” she whispered, staying in the position he’d placed her but looking at him over her shoulder.

His suddenly soft eyes seemed to be speaking the answer. Her, they were saying. She was his happy ending.

Amy trembled, although she was overly warm, and felt goosebumps break out all over her flushed skin. She wasn’t sure which was more overwhelming—her sappiness or her renewed desire, growing stronger at the knowledge that he was about to take her from behind.

Owen positioned himself behind her, lining his cock up with a hand that she couldn’t help noticing shook a little. “My happy ending is winning,” he said dryly.

She grunted in surprise. Then grunted again as he pushed his hard cock into her body.

Once again, he didn’t go as deep as he could have, but the angle was perfect, and she felt him connect with her g-spot in a way that made her shudder.

He bent over at the waist until his chest was pressing into her back, bracing himself with one arm. He kissed the back of her neck, which was bare because her hair had fallen over her shoulders. “Were you expecting me to say something else?”

She wasn’t sure what to make of his tone, and she just couldn’t think clearly enough to figure it out. Her first impression was that he was prompting her, coaxing her into revealing something. But she wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, and answering the question honestly would make her vulnerable to things she shouldn’t feel. Things she was convinced she didn’t really feel. So, instead of speaking her heart, she said, “Of course not. I know very well that competition brings out your most demanding attributes.” As she said the last words, she pushed her hips back against him, drawing his most obvious attribute a little bit deeper inside her.

Owen straightened up and adjusted his legs to give himself more leverage as he began to thrust. He grabbed the flesh of her bottom with one hand, and in the other he still held the vibrator.

Watching him over her shoulder, she saw his features contort as she squeezed her inner muscles around his erection. He was starting to sweat again, and that wild look had returned to his eyes.

It was amazing really. That somehow he could be so clearly affected by a compelling need for her, but could still resist his release long enough to give her more than one orgasm. He wasn’t in control of this—but he hadn’t yet lost control.

It was almost a paradox, and it was one she wished she could master.

He thrust into her slowly from behind, and Amy moaned at the resulting friction. Then she heard a buzzing noise. Assumed he’d turned on the vibrator.

Then she knew for sure. He’d wrapped his arm around her middle and was holding the vibrator to her clit, near where he was pumping slickly in and out of her.

“God!” she cried out, as she felt the intense vibrations hit her where she was already sensitive. “Oh, God!”

“Do you like that, love?” Owen asked breathlessly, clutching the side of her ass and stimulating her with the little device. His thrusts were short and choppy, but every drive hit her g-spot.