Page 40 of Perfect Guy
“Show me how good it feels, how good I make you feel.” I’m possessive and demanding. I don’t want him to ever think about another woman but me. It’s unexpected, a new sensation I’ve never experienced, even with past boyfriends.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, and soon I feel hot liquid coating my hand and against my stomach before it floats away in the lake. Canaan groans as he spills all of himself, his dick twitching in my hand.
We’re silent for a few beats, evidence of our affair hidden by the water. Canaan fixes my top, placing it gently over my breasts. His movements are a contradiction to what we just did. His hand cups my cheek, and a lazy smile covers his face. He looks like he’s ready for a nap.
His lips touch mine, kissing me languidly, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips. I open for him, allowing ourselves to get lost in this moment and what we just shared. Fueled by desire, now that I’m coming down from it, I can appreciate it for what it is. I don’t hook up with guys. I’ve always been in a relationship when I’ve done anything sexual. This isn’t random to me, and I don’t think it is for Canaan either.
As we break apart, I put on my bottom piece.
“Let’s go drink something and get some sun,” Canaan suggests.
“Okay.” I smile.
When he turns around and winks over his shoulder, I climb on his back and allow him to take me to the shore. With my feet firm on the ground, he turns around and kisses me quickly before holding my hand and leading us to the towels.
Everything about today has been perfect. I trust Canaan, which has been difficult for me to do with anyone since I had that situation with my professor. Canaan isn’t like that asshole. He’s a real man that doesn’t need to abuse his power to get a woman.
We spend the rest of the day drinking cold beers, eating snacks, and talking. I laugh and relax, dipping back into the lake when it gets too hot. We don’t go any further, but the lingering touches and teasing glances are enough foreplay to amp me up for when I get to feel his touch on me again.