Page 37 of Perfect Guy

My fingers in his hair continue to comb through it as I angle my head. Canaan’s hands move to my butt, pulling me tighter to him. As if I couldn’t already feel his body against mine with my legs wrapped around him.

When his hands squeeze my butt, I moan into the kiss, rocking my hips against his. His erection is right there, rubbing against my core in such a pleasurable way I could orgasm if I continue. I don’t want to, though, despite how much my body begs for it. I want the first time he makes me climax to be led by him. His hands, mouth, whatever.

My heart races when his length presses into me at just the right angle. I drop my legs, and Canaan slows the kiss. He frowns and searches my eyes.

“What?”

“Sorry…it’s just that I don’t want to push myself over the edge.”

His eyebrows lift.

“It felt too good,” I explain.

“We don’t have to…” he shakes his head.

“I know that, but you’re right there, hard and long. It feels so good.” I avoid his eyes. I’m rambling and talking around the real topic. I’m usually blunter than this.

“So allow yourself to feel it.” He opens his arms wide.

“Oh, I felt it,” I chuckle. “But I don’t want to go off like if I’m using a vibrator. When I experience that with you, I want it to be mutual, both of us enjoying it and pleasuring each other.”