He stills, waiting for me to answer. My lids flutter wide and he has that look again: feverish laced with tenderness and concern. Shit, would he really stop if I told him I hurt there? It’s not like it’s that bad…
I instantly close my mouth over his and that’s all it takes to get Bobby going in the direction I want him to. His tongue swirls around and around in my mouth and I’m losing all sense of self in his potent search at the apex of my thighs.
He slips a finger inside me as his mouth makes a rapid move to my breasts, the play of his tongue alternating with a blow of air between sucks and pinches on my nipple. A couple of teases of cock and I can no longer deny it. My body is his, crazy for him, and I want him in me, sore or not.
I’m panting and I hear his growling groans as his kisses start moving up my neck.
“Oh, baby, I love that you want this as much as I do.”
He does another tantalizing thrust against me and I shudder, vaguely aware that he’s ripping open foil. He breaks contact long enough to glove himself and then slowly eases into me. A twinge as he sinks himself deeply inside reminds me of my newly opened state but I moan because the feel of him filling me is too much and I want him to let go over and over again in my body.
I can’t imagine what it will feel like when Bobby really lets go. Over and over again until neither of us can take any more…
He starts to move, sweet and slow and gentle. I whimper.
“Is this OK?” he whispers raggedly.
Another cautious glide. My inner walls clench, sending a jolt down him. I make them tighten more and I feel his body go taut from the effort of holding back. Then he moves again, faster, harder and larger in me. It won’t take much to push him beyond his tightly leashed control.
I start moving more urgently against him, and we both lose ourselves in the demand of our bodies, our mouths devouring, our hands clutching and touching, his flesh plunging into me and me pushing him onward.
I’m so close to the edge.
“Come for me, Kaley,” he urges, his voice husky and raw as he pounds rapidly into me.
I explode around him.
“Oh fuck.” He moans then thrusts once, twice and reaches his climax, pressing me into him and holding me tightly against his shaking body.
He stills, his body rigid, and we both go limp and sink onto our pillows. I lie there, reeling from my orgasm as I watch him try to collect himself.
He adjusts me into his side, pulls off the condom, and lies quietly, eyes closed, gently caressing me. “I knew we’d be incredible together,” he murmurs. “But being with you is beyond anything I imagined it would be. I don’t even know what to call it.”
His words echo my thoughts.
“We belong to each other. You’re mine and I’m yours. That’s what this is.”
Bobby blinks rapidly, wide-eyed with emotion. “There’s nothing I want but you loving me.”
I wrap my arms around him and kiss him on the underside of his chin. “You already have that. I love you.”
He strokes his nose against mine. “Then can you stop pushing at me? I’m trying real hard not to hurt you this week. I saw you wince when I put it in. I need you to be honest with me. How bad did it hurt?”
My cheeks go red. “Only a little. But I liked it. It hurt in a good way.”
“For once can you try not to control something? Sometimes your obsessive need to control everything in your life hurts you, baby. I wish you could see that. And really, it’s better for us both if we don’t overdo it first thing. I don’t want you to hurt so badly you can’t do it at all. That would be a terrible waste of five days alone together, don’t you think?”
I peek up at him. “I don’t think that’s something we have to worry about.”
“I don’t want to test it.”
I take my lower lip between my teeth and stare at him.
He groans, shaking his head. “Stop looking at me that way, Kaley.”
“What way?” I ask innocently.
“Like you’re ready to jump me again.”
I tease his cock with fluttering fingertips. “I am ready to jump you again.”
He groans. “You’re not going to listen, are you?”
I run my tongue along his chest. “Nope. Did you really think I would?”
He folds me in his arms and starts kissing my curls. I start touching him, my hand moving lower and lower as I kiss his neck. I close around my target and he doesn’t stop me.
Whoa, it doesn’t take much until he’s hard in my fingers again. His lids shut and his hips are moving in time with my hand, even though his jaw is strained as if he’s willing himself not to respond.
I feel so powerful teasing him, and I can’t stop myself. My mouth closes on his and I feel that quickening sensation pulsing through him. Watching him is so arousing, seeing the hunger inside me mirrored on his face.
He’s mine and I’m his, and our bodies are going to do what they’re meant to do. Neither of us can control this. And right now I want him.
* * *
Ding.
Who the hell is texting me? I open my eyes. It’s light outside. Only one person texts me this early in the morning.
Crap, I didn’t call Chrissie last night.
I push the hair from my face, reach for my phone on the nightstand, and sit up in bed. Damn, it’s after 11 a.m. I don’t want to call my mom, but I have to. If I don’t, she’ll call Mr. Kennedy, if she hasn’t already, and then busted.
Grimacing, I type in my password. Why am I alone? Where did Bobby go? I scroll through my messages. My eyes widen. Nothing from mom. Zoe. Zoe. Zoe. I open them.
Zoe: R U alive? Lots of interesting noises coming from your room last night. Hehe. J/K. Didn’t hear anything.
Zoe: Text me the second you wake.
Zoe: I’m sitting out here alone. Totally bored. Don’t leave me hanging. I need details.
Laughing, I collapse back on my pillow. Jeez, Zoe is such a goof. Why is she sitting out there alone? God, I hope things didn’t fall apart with Jake on the first night. That would make this week awkward.
I type a quick reply.
Me: Is Bobby out there?
Zoe: The guys went to get us breakfast. There’s definitely one happy guy in the crew today. Was it good? Was it awful? My first time sucked.
Blushing.
Me: Yep. Nope. Did things go good with Jake?
Zoe: Yep and nope.
I frown. What the heck does that mean?
Me: Give me five to call my mom then come tell me why no.
Zoe: I want your details first.
I turn onto my side, set the phone on Bobby’s pillow, hit call for Chrissie and then speaker. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voice mail. Thank you, God.
Beep. “Hi, Mom. Sorry I didn’t call you last night. I forgot, but I’m OK. Having fun. Don’t worry. I’ll call you tonight. Love you.”
I quickly swipe off, toss my phone onto the table, and let out a giant sigh of relief.
God, I’m glad I got voice mail.
I hate lying to my mother.
I hate more that I can’t be honest with her and she’s been semi-oblivious where I’m concerned for weeks.
What does she expect?
This shouldn’t surprise her.
I’m nearly eighteen.
I’m like the last girl in the senior class to do it.
Oh, but Bobby was definitely worth the wait.
Crap, I don’t want to feel guilty about lying to my mom.
Damn. I do feel a little guilty.
The bedroom door slowly inches open and in pops Zoe’s head. “Is it safe to come in?”