Dara put her hands on his shoulders and pinned him down, and then she was moving, and she was moving fast, and he couldn’t begin to define just what she was doing with her hips, but he didn’t care as long as she didn’t stop. Her breasts bounced, and he couldn’t resist reaching up to touch them. When his thumbs grazed her nipples, she threw her head back and moaned, and her pussy clenched around him so hard, he thought he was going to pass out.
“Oh God.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m gonna come. Shit…too fast…too—”
“Come,” she whispered, and she rode him even harder. “This won’t be the last time I fuck you tonight.”
And he lost it. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down as he forced himself inside her, and he came deep in her pussy.
Holy shit.
Two days ago, he hadn’t been able to comprehend that Dara was so sexy, that she turned him on as much as she did. Lying beneath her now, his body still trembling from his orgasm, he couldn’t believe he’d ever missed how hot she was.
Still shaking, still struggling to catch his breath, he murmured, “So, uh, if you ever want to make fun of pornos again…”
Dara laughed, sounding almost drunk. “Name the time and place, and I am there.”
Chapter Twelve
When Matt’s legs were steady enough to hold him, Dara took him upstairs, leaving their clothes where they’d landed.
In her bedroom, they climbed into her bed.
As he pulled the covers up over them, she said, “There’s a harsh truth about women that you need to learn.”
He met her gaze. “Okay?”
She barely kept herself from grinning as she slipped her foot between his legs, and when he yelped, she burst out laughing.
“What the hell?” He jerked away. “Your feet are freezing!”
“Mine and every other woman’s out there.” She snickered. “Get used to it, mi amigo.”
“Bitch,” he muttered, but pulled her back into his arms anyway.
Giggling, Dara cuddled up against him. Even as the playful moment faded, she couldn’t help smiling because his body felt nice beside hers. She’d been missing the warmth of skin on skin since long before whatshisname walked out, and she didn’t know how long it had been since she’d felt the soft tickle of fingertips absently running along her arm. What a concept—lying in bed with someone who seemed like he actually wanted to be there with her.
After a while, though, she was starting to doze off, so she lifted herself up onto her elbow. “Well, now you’ve had sex.” She grinned. “What are you going to do now?”
He chuckled. “Is this the part where I say ‘I’m going to Disneyland’?”
Dara snorted. “Yes. It is.”
He laughed, but it faded. “It was definitely intense. But it happened so fast.”
She smiled, running her fingers along his stubbled jaw. “The first time always happens fast.” She quirked her lips. “Well, except when it doesn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Guys go one of two ways their first time—really fast, or they take for-fucking-ever. And believe me, that second option is not as fun as it sounds.”
“Oh.” He paused, as if letting the comment roll around in his mind. “What was your first time like?”
Dara groaned and covered her face with both hands. “Oh Jesus. It was awful.”
“Really? What happened?”
“More like what didn’t happen,” she muttered, and ticked the points off on her fingers: “Foreplay. Orgasms. Any lubrication to speak of.”
He wrinkled his nose. “That definitely doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“It wasn’t. The next time was a little better, but he always took so fucking long to come, I got bored.”
“Bored? Really?”
“Uh-huh. There’s only so long you can keep a girl’s interest when you’re doing the same…thing…for…ever.”
Matt laughed. “Wow. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Neither did I until it happened. I didn’t think of a lot of things until they happened.”
“Such as…?”
“Lying there afterward and thinking ‘that’s it?’”
“Ouch.”
“Tell me about it.” She paused. “Would you believe I didn’t have an orgasm with a guy until I met Charlie?”
“Seriously? But he wasn’t… I mean, you’d been with other guys by then, right?”
“A few. And none of them could get the job done.” Her face burned. “Between you and me, I think that’s the only reason we got married—we had nothing in common, we could barely hold a conversation, but the sex?” She whistled. “Off the charts.”