Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) by Marie Harte

While he sucked one, he cupped and stroked her other breast to fullness.
    “I want you in me,” she whispered. “God, I need you inside me.”
    “Yeah,” he mouthed around her nipple. “Up in you.”
    “Just you and me. No condom.”
    He froze and took his mouth away from her breast, his heart pounding with excitement. “You sure?”
    “You clean?”
    “Hell yeah. I always use a condom.” But he didn’t want to with her.
    “Me too. But tonight, I don’t know. I just… I want you inside me.” She drew a breath and let it out in a rush. “I’m on the Pill. And I’m so wet. I want you now.”
    He groaned. “I’m going to come too soon.”
    She stilled. “Should I slow down?”
    The uncertainty on her face pulled at him. “No. You’re in charge. Whatever you want this time. But next time, I set the pace.”
    She relaxed and smiled. “Okay.” She scooted back to move from the couch, then removed her skirt and panties, leaving her in just the garters, stockings, and heels.
    “You look like a pinup. No, leave the hair. So fucking sexy.”
    She flushed, and damn but he fell hard. He’d known this Vanessa existed, but he hadn’t thought to see her so soon. The sweet, shy woman buried under the take-charge honey who was hungry for what she wanted. She knelt by him and took off his shoes and socks, pushed off his shirt, then unbuttoned his slacks.
    Instead of taking them off, she slid her hand inside his boxer briefs and closed her fingers around him. “You’re so big.”
    “Yes. Oh shit. Vanessa,” he groaned.
    “And hard. And hot.” She rubbed her thumb over his slit, and his eyes crossed. “And wet.”
    “And about to come if you don’t put that sexy pussy over me.”
    “Not my mouth?”
    He swore softly. “I’m only human. And I really, really need to fill you up before I come in your mouth. Trust me. Right now, if you were to blow me, you’d drown in me.”
    She chuckled. “It’s so nice to know you care.”
    “You witch. Come on. I’m dying here.”
    She pulled his pants and underwear down and he kicked them off. Then she straddled him on the couch and lowered that hot, wet heaven over him.
    They both moaned as they joined, her sheath clutching him tightly as she settled over him.
    “ Vanessa. Don’t move.”
    “No?” She shifted.
    “I’m gonna come. I want to wait.”
    “No. Come in me. Give it to me, Cam.” She rose and fell hard, then rode him until he couldn’t think.
    He gripped her hips, palmed her breasts, and stared up at her while she watched him losing control.
    “That’s it. Come, baby. Inside me.” When she twisted her hips and slammed particularly hard, he lost it. He reached between them to rub her clit as he came inside her, dimly aware of her grabbing his fingers and pushing harder against her flesh, of her body squeezing him tight.
    “Cam, yes, yes .”
    He felt like one huge nerve, exposed and raw and quivering as he spent inside her. The perfect woman. His Vanessa.
    She slumped over him, breathing fast. She raised her head and stared at him with wide eyes. “Holy fuck.”
    He grinned at her, then started laughing. She joined him, and they laughed so hard he had trouble breathing.
    “Holy fuck,” he repeated when he’d caught his breath. “So romantic. Yet so appropriate.”
    She smiled, a real grin that touched him deep inside. “Who knew you had it in you? And no, this is not where you make some juvenile remark about it still being in me.”
    “Damn. You take all the fun out of immaturity.”
    She snickered. “Jesus, Cam. I wish I would have known I was missing that. I would have let you have me much sooner.”
    “So it was all about proving myself, huh?” He stretched under her, pleased that they remained joined even though he’d started to soften. “How do you know that wasn’t just a lucky orgasm?”
    She blinked. “Lucky orgasm?”
    “Yeah. Women can have those. You know, a guy gets lucky the first time. I should definitely prove I’m