Page 61 of Sing Your Secrets
He strokes the outsides of my thighs. “I haven’t had sex in months, and I know I’m safe. I don’t know how to ask you without ruining the mood, but if it’s okay with you I want to take this condom off.”
“Really? Raw dog?”
He rolls his eyes and grumbles, “Please don’t say raw dog to anyone…ever.”
I try to stifle my giggle. “It’s okay to ask,” I say, watching his light green eyes dart nervously back and forth. “It hasn’t been months since I’ve had sex, which is why I’m on birth control, I always use condoms, and get tested routinely. I’m safe too.”
“Okay.” He nods while biting his lip as his eyes fall between my thighs. I’m suddenly very aware of how naked we are under the lights. Why now? We should’ve had this conversation about an hour ago. “Tell me it’s better with me,” he whispers.
“It’s better with you.” I immediately acquiesce, feeding his ego.
“Tell me I drive you crazy.” The sexy determination returns to his darkening eyes.
“You drive me so fucking crazy.”
“Tell me it’s just you and me, now…and I can take this condom off.”
“Just you and me,” I parrot as I reach for the base of his erection and pull off the rubber, discarding it on the floor. Laying back, I guide him to my entrance before I hoist my ankles over his shoulders. “And now, it’s just you and me.”
We both cry out when he slips into me. Me—a whispered shriek. Him—a throaty growl of appreciation. My arousal is plentiful and he’s met with no resistance. Flesh against flesh, it feels otherworldly. And it feels so fucking sinfully delicious that the clock is ticking…for both of us.
My favorite part of an orgasm is the brief moment of calm before the storm rips through me. There are about five seconds when everything is tranquil and the warm pleasure seeps from my head to my toes. My body quietly embraces the intensity for the briefest moment before my muscles react—clenching and spasming, trying to fight back against the pleasure. If a guy really hits it right—the way Miles does—my toes curl so hard they feel like they might break off.
The rest of the big event is just my body trying to cool and control the overwhelming sensation, drowning out the good stuff.
But those five seconds…
Mmmm.
I live for that peaceful pleasure. Pure numbing blissful…yes. There’s no other way to describe it. It makes air worth breathing. It makes colors vivid. It’s the briefest flash of heaven.
“Miles…go slow. Let me enjoy this—”
My favorite few seconds come and go. The world completely stops, then hurtles forward at warp speed. I whimper when the pleasure rips through me, leaving my legs boneless and shaky.
“You’re so sexy when you’re coming,” he rasps, continuing to pump into me, closing in on his release. “Where can I—”
“Wherever,” I moan. “No, wait. Stay with me.” I wrap my hands around his taut, smooth ass and don’t let go until he’s spilled every last drop.
“God, Reese,” he groans as he twitches, causing my legs still resting on his shoulders to bounce.
“It was good for me too, baby, but just ‘Reese’ is fine.” I flash him a cheeky smile.
He snorts in laughter as he falls onto the bed next to me, wrapping his large hand around mine. “Smartass.”
I return his laugh, feeling the high of pleasure saturate my bones. I’m so high, I feel like I’m weightless, just floating. I have no plans of coming down. So, this is the feeling I’m left with after the most satisfying, fulfilling sex I’ve ever had…
Concentrated, unadulterated, unsurpassable…
Joy.