Diving In by Bianca Giovanni Page B

like a fucking
Christmas tree. I pull him closer and he presses his forehead to
mine as I shake and shiver. It must be minutes. It has to be. This
is no rogue wave, this is a goddamned tsunami and the surge keeps
coming and coming—no pun intended.
    Finally, I yelp when I feel my senses
overloading and he slows to a stop, cupping my sex with his palm as
I quake with the aftershocks of that outstanding, spectacular,
astonishing, marvelous, astounding experience.
    I try to catch my breath and, when I’m
finally able to open my eyes, he’s hovering above me and looking
down with a big, adoring smile.
    “Jesus Christ! I think I love you!” I
breathlessly exclaim, brushing my fingers through his hair.
    He laughs loudly and looks very proud of
himself. He should be! That was earth-shatteringly good.
    “And that’s what an orgasm feels like,” he
says with a grin.
    “I’m definitely planning to have a lot more
of those,” I joke. “That’s on the agenda for the near future,
that’s for fucking sure!”
    He snickers and kisses my forehead before
scooting back and sitting up on the bed.
    “Holy fucking shit!” I say in an exaggerated
sigh.
    That gets a hearty laugh from him and, I
could be wrong, but I think he’s blushing.
    “Fucking hell! How did you learn how to do
that?!” I exhale.
    “Practice,” he nods with a smart-ass grin,
“but I think you’re just extra sensitive. It only took you, like,
ten seconds to get there. You’re really responsive, quite the
orgasmic girl.”
    “Then how come I’ve never ‘responded’ to it
before?” I raise an eyebrow.
    “I dunno,” he shrugs before giving me a cocky
smile, “maybe I’m just the shit and I’m an expert at making girls
come.”
    “You say that in jest, but that could very
well be true,” I reply with a laugh.
    “Maybe you’ve always been too busy being all
psycho and insecure, but tonight you let that guard down a little
bit and went with it,” he proposes.
    “That could also be true,” I nod.
    He gives me a playful smirk. “Maybe those
idiots you’ve been with didn’t know how to listen to a girl’s body
and see how she wants to be touched.”
    “That’s very likely, yes,” I chuckle.
    He grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him
so I’m straddling him as he lies back on the bed. “Or maybe I’m a
fuckin’ sex god and you just got a taste of my superpowers,” he
grins.
    I laugh and nod in agreement. Sure, this will
stroke his ego, which needs no stroking, but there’s a kernel of
truth to it too. James has always been able to do this kind of
thing to girls and it never seems like it’s all that difficult for
him, so maybe he really is exceptionally sexually gifted.
    “You think that was intense, you gotta try a
g-spot orgasm,” he says, taking my hips and bucking me a few times.
“This is a good position for it because the girl controls the
tempo. You can get it as deep as you want and really ride it.”
    I look down at his body, assessing his words.
I can picture him beneath me, the way his abs would tense up as he
panted, the way his shoulders and his biceps would flex as he
gripped my hips. Yes, this is probably a position I’d like.
    “Or, if you want, the guy can sit up and you
can look in each other’s eyes,” he says, sitting up on the bed and
wrapping his arms around me.
    He looks at me intently, but then crosses his
eyes to make me laugh.
    “Don’t let some guy try to convince you to do
doggy on the first time,” he advises. “It’s too impersonal and
you’re gonna want something more romantic than that. You’re a
‘candy and roses’ kinda girl and ‘candy and roses’ girls don’t want
to get fucked from behind.”
    I snicker and nod. He’s probably right.
    “You’ll probably want it like this,” he says,
whisking me around so I’m on my back and he’s lying on top of me.
“Put your legs up here for a sec,” he says, sliding his hand down
my body and pulling my leg so my knee is bent and my