Winning Appeal(31)

My body shook as my inner muscles grabbed onto him over and over again. White-hot pleasure and then breathtaking relief washed over me. Finally, I collapsed against his chest, panting. He stoked my hair and my back until my breathing slowed down. “Your turn,” I mumbled and he rolled me over onto my back and knelt between my still shaking legs.

He stared down at me lying there ready to take him again and the look on his face was almost reverent. “I may not last long. It’s been a while and I want this so much. I’m barely holding on.”

“That’s okay. I’m satisfied. Now I want to watch you come apart.” He let out a ragged breath as he grabbed my legs, rested them on his shoulders, and positioned himself. “And Mark…” He looked up at me expectantly. “You can go hard.” He smiled the naughty boy smile and thrust into me deeply. “Oh God!” I cried out and arched my back, grabbing onto the sheets.

“Too hard?” he bit out.

“No. More. Like that,” I said hoarsely and he thrust into me hard again. “Mmm yeah. It feels so good.” He began to build his rhythm as I moaned with pleasure.

“Beth.” He was thrusting steadily now, “Need this so much.”

“Yes! Give it to me just like that. I love it.”

“Oh yes.” He was thrusting hard and fast and he looked completely dazed and absolutely gorgeous. He was flushed and breathing hard, as he alternated between looking into my eyes and watching his cock slide into me over and over again. “Oh God.” He groaned. “I’m going to come.”

“Come on, baby,” I urged him on. He made a guttural sound and then his rhythm faltered and his muscles tensed. He looked up at me almost desperately.

“Oh God. I’m coming, Beth!” He let loose a loud strangled groan, went still and closed his eyes. Then he blew out a sharp breath and collapsed on top of me. I held him and felt his heart pounding, stroking his back as he lay in my arms, the sound of his breathing filling the room. I was stunned by the intensity of what had just happened. Watching him lost in ecstasy had blown my mind.

Finally, he rolled off to his side, and I immediately missed the feeling of his warm weight on me. He was facing away from me and I traced Lady Justice with my fingertip.

“Oh shit,” he said rolling back over. “I’m not, I mean… I’m planning to hold you, but I have get rid of this.” He glanced down at the condom he was still wearing.

“It’s okay. It gave me a chance to look at your tattoo,” I mumbled in a sated voice. “I still find it fascinating.” He smiled and sat up, taking the condom off carefully and dropping it in a wastebasket beside the bed. Then he lay back down and pulled me into his arms.

“Next week I won’t have to do that,” he said with a big grin. “Which means that I won’t have to wait to hold you.” I sighed and snuggled even closer.

“Next week is the mystery weekend. Braden will be there too. Is that too awkward?”

“No, he won’t be sharing a bed with us, and after waiting all week I don’t think I’ll have performance anxiety.”

“Waiting during the week definitely will build our anticipation.”

“Yeah, because we haven’t had enough of that,” he said dryly.

“It was worth the wait. This has been the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. And very romantic.”

“So, I’m doing this right?” He sounded relieved.

“Yeah.” I laughed. “Dancing with me, asking me to share your bed, and the music, I love the music.”

“I love the music too. Can I play you something myself sometime?”

“Are you kidding me?” I pulled up to look at him. “I would be thrilled. Can I paint you?” I asked tracing the lines of his gorgeous face.

“Sure. Should I wear a fig leaf?” he teased.

“I think I like you better in the nude.” I leaned up and nuzzled his neck. When I noticed he had a pensive look on his face. “What are you thinking?”

“It’s just hard to believe. I always thought you were really hot, but I never imagined that we would… you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

“I guess so, yeah. Are you okay with that?” Suddenly I felt a little uncertain.

“Yeah, sure.” He squeezed me tighter, and I relaxed. “I just didn’t really see it coming. I mean your dad is a senator. My dad is a high school history teacher. Your mom is a socialite. My mom is a social worker. You’re from the Main Line. I’m from The South Side of Pittsburgh.”

“My dad studied history in college too. And my mom is a big supporter of all kinds of charities. So, they do have things in common. But more importantly, we have things in common. We both love art and music. We both care about justice and helping the underdog.”