She felt him begin to harden inside her again.
He groaned and pulled out. “I’ll be right back.” He whipped the condom off, and stepped away for a moment. When he returned she had barely moved.
Still under his spell, she dropped to her knees again and took him back into her mouth. Never in her life had any man tasted as good or had going down on him felt so right. She took him as deep as possible, loving how hard he became.
He sank to his knees and pushed her onto her back. The foyer carpet tickled her, but it was quickly forgotten as his tongue found and circled her clit. He took his time, exploring her, learning what drove her wild, then took her to a place she didn’t think was possible. By the time he donned another condom, she was a limp vessel awaiting his taking. He positioned himself above her and moved in and out of her slowly. They kissed on and on, in no rush this time, as he stroked her with his hands and his tongue.
When he finally came, she was in a beautiful post-orgasm glow. He rolled her over so she was on top of him and ran his hands over her lovingly. “Shit, Willa.”
She would have said something, but she was beyond speech. She cuddled next to him, closed her eyes, and simply enjoyed the feel of his arms around her and his shaft within her.
Lance was shaken to the core. Until that moment, he thought he’d known all varieties that sex came in. It could be impatient, skillful, tender, or comfortable. He’d always made sure his partner was satisfied. Until Willa, sex had always been—civil.
He felt like a man who’d thought ice cream only came in one bland flavor then discovered what he’d thought was delicious would never again be enough.
And we haven’t even made it out of the foyer. He chuckled and groaned at the same time.
Willa stirred against him. As if she could read his mind, she said, “So far I love the house.”
He nuzzled her neck. “I hear there are other rooms. Even an indoor pool.”
She moved sensuously against him. Every place their bodies touched was a warm reminder of the pleasure that had just rocketed through him. There was an easiness to being with her he’d never felt with another woman. He attributed it to the length of time he’d known her, but he knew it was more than that. There was a depth to sex with Willa, an emotional component that was almost terrifying. No matter what he might try to tell himself, he knew things would never be the same between them. There was no going back to pretending they didn’t have feelings for each other. No way to tell himself he’d be better off without her. He ran a hand slowly up and down her bare back. His stomach rumbled. “Why did I tell the staff we didn’t need them?”
She tipped her head back and nodded at their entwined legs. “It may have had something to do with this.”
He rolled her beneath him, resting on his elbows above her. “That might have been it.” He kissed her lips gently. “You are amazing, Willa.”
She smiled up at him, surprisingly shy despite what they’d just shared. “You, too.”
He knew he was grinning down at her like a dope. “I feel like I should get you off the floor.”
She shifted beneath him like a cat stretching out in the sun. “Standing is overrated.”
They kissed leisurely for a few long moments, then Lance eased off her. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off then wet a washcloth with warm water and brought it back to her. She was sitting up already so he offered her a hand. When she was standing before him he ran the warm washcloth intimately over her. She accepted his attention timidly for a moment, then relaxed and enjoyed being pampered.
She was a complicated woman, a mix of sweet and spicy. Which he was discovering as his favorite flavor. He took a step away, tossed the washcloth through the door of the bathroom and returned to her side.
For a moment, things felt awkward, but then he said, “I have an idea. Let’s order pizza and go swimming while we wait for it to arrive.”
“That sounds perfect.” She tipped her head to the side. “Pizza, huh?”
He looked around for his phone. “I’m hungry. It’s easy, and who doesn’t love pizza?”
She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. “I like this side of you.”
He smiled against her lips and grabbed her bare ass playfully. “I’m equally impressed with all of your sides, but I’ll need to explore them more before I can say which is my favorite.”
She slapped his hand, but she was laughing. “Order the food. I’m starving.”
“Will we still have to tip him if he sees us naked?” He wasn’t serious, but he loved hearing her laugh almost as much as he loved hearing her cry out in orgasm. He doubted he’d ever tire of hearing either.