gasped as his fingers stroked the moist flesh between her legs.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she told him as her body strained for that delicious moment it knew was coming soon.
“Trying to make it last.” There was tension in his voice and she watched his jaw clench as she scraped her fingernails gently down his back. “Once I lose the shorts, it’s as good as over.”
“We can take our time later. Right now I want you inside me.”
“You’ve always been bossy.” But he lifted his weight off her and lost the rest of his clothes before she even had time to catch her breath. He took the packet from her and, after a few seconds of crinkling, Cam stretched out on top of her again.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to communicate just how urgent the situation was becoming, but he just smiled that slow, lazy smile of his and shook his head. “You have to kiss me first.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. You’re supposed to be learning to relax, remember? You don’t feel very relaxed to me.”
Rather than explain to him she’d be very relaxed in a few minutes, she threaded her fingers in his hair and claimed his mouth. With his body pressed warm and heavy against hers, she lost herself in the kiss and then the hard length of him was slowly pressing into her. Anna rocked her hips, taking more of him with each stroke, and his breath was ragged against her lips.
Once he was deep inside her, Cam paused and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “I hope you meant the harder and faster part.”
In response, she thrust her hips up and he groaned. She was so close and she dug her fingertips into his hips, urging him on. Burying his face in her hair, he reached over her head and grabbed the arm of the couch, using the leverage to drive into her until she came, crying out as the orgasm blew her away.
Cam wasn’t far behind her and his body shuddered as the aftershocks rippled through him. As he collapsed on top of her, he turned his face so he could kiss her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and reveled in the very relaxing post-orgasm haze as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
Anna was pretty familiar with how these things went. With the itch scratched and the stress busted, she’d get dressed and they’d exchange some kind of inane banter and then go their separate ways. At least, that was how she’d been doing it for years.
“Two more minutes,” Cam murmured against her neck. “Two more minutes and I’ll rustle up some snacks and we can watch the rest of the game.”
“I’m not going to sit here naked and watch baseball.”
“I’ll lend you one of my T-shirts.”
She laughed and tried to slide out from under him. “You think you’re pretty slick, but I’m on to you. You’re using sex and food to get me into a Red Sox shirt.”
He pinned her with his arm, not letting her escape. “I still have a minute and a half.”
“Still not wearing one.”
“I have home-baked brownies. And french vanilla ice cream.”
Orgasm, ice cream and chocolate? “Maybe I’ll wear it…inside out.”
* * *
He’d had sex with a woman who thought the New York Yankees were better than the Boston Red Sox. There was probably going to be a special place in hell just for him. A place with no beer and no sports and remote controls with dead batteries while the TVs were all stuck on Real Housewives of someplace or another.
“Are you making breakfast?” Anna mumbled into the pillow.
“How do you feel about Pop-Tarts? I have strawberry frosted ones.”
“Strawberry’s a fruit. Fruit’s healthy.” She pushed the covers back and fished around until she came up with his 2004 ALCS Championship T-shirt, which she pulled on inside-out. The knowing glare she’d given him the night before when he handed her that particular shirt had made him laugh, but he who had the brownies had the power.
“Maybe that’s not a very good breakfast,” she said, sliding out of bed. “We had
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she told him as her body strained for that delicious moment it knew was coming soon.
“Trying to make it last.” There was tension in his voice and she watched his jaw clench as she scraped her fingernails gently down his back. “Once I lose the shorts, it’s as good as over.”
“We can take our time later. Right now I want you inside me.”
“You’ve always been bossy.” But he lifted his weight off her and lost the rest of his clothes before she even had time to catch her breath. He took the packet from her and, after a few seconds of crinkling, Cam stretched out on top of her again.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to communicate just how urgent the situation was becoming, but he just smiled that slow, lazy smile of his and shook his head. “You have to kiss me first.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. You’re supposed to be learning to relax, remember? You don’t feel very relaxed to me.”
Rather than explain to him she’d be very relaxed in a few minutes, she threaded her fingers in his hair and claimed his mouth. With his body pressed warm and heavy against hers, she lost herself in the kiss and then the hard length of him was slowly pressing into her. Anna rocked her hips, taking more of him with each stroke, and his breath was ragged against her lips.
Once he was deep inside her, Cam paused and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “I hope you meant the harder and faster part.”
In response, she thrust her hips up and he groaned. She was so close and she dug her fingertips into his hips, urging him on. Burying his face in her hair, he reached over her head and grabbed the arm of the couch, using the leverage to drive into her until she came, crying out as the orgasm blew her away.
Cam wasn’t far behind her and his body shuddered as the aftershocks rippled through him. As he collapsed on top of her, he turned his face so he could kiss her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and reveled in the very relaxing post-orgasm haze as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
Anna was pretty familiar with how these things went. With the itch scratched and the stress busted, she’d get dressed and they’d exchange some kind of inane banter and then go their separate ways. At least, that was how she’d been doing it for years.
“Two more minutes,” Cam murmured against her neck. “Two more minutes and I’ll rustle up some snacks and we can watch the rest of the game.”
“I’m not going to sit here naked and watch baseball.”
“I’ll lend you one of my T-shirts.”
She laughed and tried to slide out from under him. “You think you’re pretty slick, but I’m on to you. You’re using sex and food to get me into a Red Sox shirt.”
He pinned her with his arm, not letting her escape. “I still have a minute and a half.”
“Still not wearing one.”
“I have home-baked brownies. And french vanilla ice cream.”
Orgasm, ice cream and chocolate? “Maybe I’ll wear it…inside out.”
* * *
He’d had sex with a woman who thought the New York Yankees were better than the Boston Red Sox. There was probably going to be a special place in hell just for him. A place with no beer and no sports and remote controls with dead batteries while the TVs were all stuck on Real Housewives of someplace or another.
“Are you making breakfast?” Anna mumbled into the pillow.
“How do you feel about Pop-Tarts? I have strawberry frosted ones.”
“Strawberry’s a fruit. Fruit’s healthy.” She pushed the covers back and fished around until she came up with his 2004 ALCS Championship T-shirt, which she pulled on inside-out. The knowing glare she’d given him the night before when he handed her that particular shirt had made him laugh, but he who had the brownies had the power.
“Maybe that’s not a very good breakfast,” she said, sliding out of bed. “We had
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