Ready to Roll by Melanie Greene

sexual encounter.
    After that, she could issue any number of carnal commands. But Miguel resolved that her first orgasms would rip through her precisely as he orchestrated them.

Chapter Fifteen
     
    Janice bounced lightly on the bed. Having shoved her socks and all those fluffy white covers to the foot of the bed, she knelt on the fitted sheet, legs spread, and bounced as she waited for Miguel. She could hear the water run as he brushed his teeth, and her fixated brain couldn’t move past the sense-memory of those same teeth on her nipple. So she bounced. Her breasts weren’t large, and her chest muscles were strong, so they sat firm and high and moving gently as she bounced. It wasn’t the scraping pressure she needed just then.
    Miguel had said not to take off clothes, but had no rules about touching herself under those clothes. And he was taking too long. So she shoved both hands up her cami and rubbed her nipples, moaning with pleasure, and bouncing a little faster, eyes closed and heart racing.
    “Detente.” His voice brooked no arguments.
    Janice stopped. She took her time about it, soothing her breasts and righting her head before opening her eyes. As she took in the sight of Miguel, shirtless, fly button still undone, her hands fell to her inner thighs and she spread her legs wider, inviting.
    Begging, really, when she owned the truth of it. She thought about informing him, her bossy Miguel, that he could get her to beg for sex just at the moment. Not that she needed to beg. There was a condom sticking out of his pocket, and she could see that he was still as hard as she’d found him in the hallway.
    Janice rolled her shoulders, nerve-wracked. Obviously they were going to have the sex now. It was what she’d been waiting for, but sometime in the waiting, things had changed. Not the fact that she was wet and throbbing and had fantasies about how they’d be having sex soon; that was very much a fixed point the rest of her was swirling around.
    But a second sun was in this system, and she also orbited it. And its name was Miguel. It wasn’t that he had changed. Or that she had changed. It was just that, somehow, their non-changing selves had opened to each other, and found that all along they were in this other solar system, together.
    It was a very warming thing, to have another sun in the sky.
    Even while the first sun—that would be the sex sun—was flaring. Somehow the heat of her feelings for Miguel-sun and her desire for sex-sun worked in unison, the one enhancing the other. Even as she just about burned to a planetary crisp, Janice was aware that the Miguel-sun could eclipse the sex-sun, but not the other way around.
    Her cosmos was unique territory. And she really needed Miguel to explore it.
    Fortunately, he’d tossed the condom on top of the covers, and unzipped his jeans. She moved forward to help, but he shook his head, so Janice just watched him move. His arms and chest were muscled, but not to meathead proportions. She saw plenty of that at her gym, and had no desire to lick a trail from sternum to navel on those guys, as she did with Miguel.
    Before he lowered and kicked off his jeans, Miguel tossed something else on the bed, next to the condom. One of her tulips, glowing as bright orange as any sun. It made her gulp down frogs, seeing it there on the pristine white sheets, and the heat when she met Miguel’s eye sent a rush of that playful moisture flooding her core.
    Oddly hesitant, she traced the band of his black boxers, swallowing against her drying throat as his cock leapt for her touch. He moved onto the mattress and they knelt facing each other, eyeing each other, then as one reaching for each other. His kisses melted Janice, and his skin was warm and smooth as she traced the contours of his back. She needed his bare chest on her bare breasts, and was lifting off the cami when he said, “No.”
    And like that, both the suns were moving away from her. Janice flopped back on the bed.