SomeLikeitHot by Stephanie Page A

“I think I need second or two,” he told her, gently pulling her wrist.

    “I think I need you inside me,” she said.

    Grabbing a condom, he ripped the package open with his teeth. He was ready a few
    heartbeats later. She’d moved away from the wet spot she and the ice water had made between them, so she half sat with her back against the pillows. She was totally, gorgeously buck-naked. “You know,” he said, pulling her legs so they flopped open over his, “you have the nicest body I’ve ever been privileged to see.”

    “Thank you. I feel the same about you.”

    “Really? Can I put it inside you now?”

    Her lips twitched. “Yes. Please.”

    He lifted her hips and they both watched as he slid gradually into her body. Oh, it felt like heaven. Hot and juicy, tight enough he could feel the pull and squeeze as she accommodated him.

    She stroked his chest and his shoulders, exploring, and he realized he’d missed having her hands on him with her head and arms stuck in that cover up. Her hands were long fingered and sensual, and he liked the feel of them on his chest and belly. He thrust in and out unhurriedly, and she moved gently in time with him. Mostly he was moving leisurely to hang on to control. Maybe because things had turned out so unexpected. He’d imagined they’d both shower, maybe watch the news. Make love quietly before sleeping in each other’s arms.

    Slow was good, good, he reminded himself, yet gentle was right now impossible. When he could stand it no more he pulled her hips down beneath him into good old faithful missionary position and plunged hard and deep.

    Her eyes widened and she cried out as sudden pleasure coursed through her, her head
    thrown back. He would think he had hurt her if he hadn’t seen a smile on her lips that looked both X-rated and very familiar. He kept pulling almost all the way out, holding it for the tiniest moment and then plunging all the way. He seemed to be hitting “g” for the good spot, the way she pulled him in, moaning her pleasure. As much as he’d have liked to drag it out all night, some things were beyond a man’s control.

    When she wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed his ass, he was a goner. He gave up any semblance of control and bucked like a wild man. A drop of sweat dripped from his face to splash on her shoulder. She didn’t notice or care, she pulled him into her as hard as he pushed to get there and they were both panting.

    “I’m going to—”

    She jerked up against him and he felt her climax from inside, one of the greatest feelings in the world. She squeezed, hot and viselike and he was gone.

    Then his climax rolled up and burst out of him like fireworks. His yell was enough to drown out her frantic cries.

    His arms trembled, he noticed, and there was no way he could speak. For a stunned moment they stared at each other, chests heaving and sweat glowing. Then her eyes started to narrow and her mouth tilted up at the corners. She didn’t have to say, “That was fantastic.” It was written in her expression.

    He leaned over and kissed her slowly, feeling the fading drumbeat of her heart and the sweet deep kissing of her mouth against his.

    Her lips trembled a little, and he thought he could go on kissing her and making love to her forever, never getting out of this bed except to eat and perhaps shower.

    She sighed and slipped her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
    Damn if everything didn’t feel right in the world.

    * * * *

    “Stop looking at me like that, Imani,” Naja grumbled.

    “Like what?” her sister asked with fake innocence.

    “As if you want to say I told you so.”

    “And why would I want to do that?”

    Naja rolled her eyes. “I’m getting my lunch to-go.”

    “No, you aren’t. You’re going to sit here like a good baby sister and tell your big sister what you’ve been up to since the Fourth of July. While I’ve spoken with you briefly a handful of