Blowback by Emmy Curtis

Her other hand splayed against his chest. Blood pumped through him like he was in combat. Throbbing heat flooded over him, and instinct took over.
      
    Yes!
    There was a second of triumph and relief when he’d admitted to thinking about her every day. When she realized for absolute sure that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. At freaking last. The tension of being so close to him, but not actually being close to him, evaporated, and all her birthdays and Christmases arrived at once. David. Holding her. Kissing her with the fierceness with which a warrior stalks his prey. He felt out of control to her. She loved it, and was scared by it.
    She felt brazen and vulnerable at the same time—her nakedness pressed against his half-clothed body—and more like a woman than she ever had before.
    “Are you sure?” his voice rasped against her throat, sending shivers of excitement through her. She couldn’t find the words to reassure him, so she traced her fingers down his arm, and drew his hand between her legs.
    A groan rumbled through his body when he felt how wet she was for him, as she had been ever since she’d woken up in the same hotel room as him, desperate for his touch. She wanted to do a victory lap. This was really happening.
    He stroked along her wetness, virtually trembling against her as he felt his way around her. Her breath mirrored his, unsteady as he circled her clitoris slowly, deliberately. Her head dropped back, limp with the waves of pleasure both physical and mental. Electricity fritzed in her lower back as he stroked her steadily and firmly.
    He pulled his hand away, and she moaned, opening her eyes. He gazed at her for a second, and pulled her upright and put his hands on her shoulders. “You deserve all the promises in the world. I’m just not there yet. I’m—”
    She laid her fingers against his lips. “Shhh. I’m not asking for any promises. I’m not asking for tomorrow. I’m not making that mistake again. I’m not asking for your soul, either.” She frowned. “I just want now. This second. I just want you .”
    He held her gaze for a couple of seconds, as if measuring her sincerity. And then he dropped his head. “I don’t des—”
    “Don’t say that. You might get to choose what you deserve. But I do too. I deserve this.” She wanted to stamp her foot. “I deserve you. I waited so long. Thought about you for so long. Said ‘no’ to so many dates. You ruined this past year for me. So the way I see it, you owe me now.”
    He raised his head with the beginnings of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “I owe you, huh?” He narrowed his eyes and walked her backward until her calves hit the bed.
    “Yes you do,” she replied in a whisper. “And I intend on collecting.” She put her hands on the front of his pants, as if she was going to undo them. But instead she stroked down and fluttered her fingers over his dick, which felt hard and strong under the denim. Her whole body reacted to the anticipation of having him fill her. Own her. Complete her.
    He let her stroke him through his pants for a few seconds, but when she could tell he needed more, she undid his button and slowly drew down the zip. As tight against the bed as she was, she had to sit on the end to drag them off his hips. His dick sprang free and she closed her eyes briefly in reverence. She couldn’t believe that she was here, after all this time.
    She blew lightly on his dick, causing him to sway backward a little. He probably expected her to tease him a little, so instead she opened her mouth and placed it around him in one swift motion so that he would feel her tongue, the heat of her mouth, and the tightness all in one sensation.
    “Jesus,” he hissed between his teeth, as she sucked the length of him between her lips. She stroked his balls as she released him, sucking briefly again on the tip.
    In a single movement, he lifted her up until she was standing and kicked off his pants. The tip