He thrust his fingers faster, his thumb against my clit and his words in my ear. “I’m in love with you.”
I cracked, hearing the echo of his words over and over as my body lit up in hundreds of flashes of bright light.
“Britta, I love you,” he repeated into my ear as I came down, body reeling, surrounded by his heat. “There was probably a more romantic time to say that, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”
48
I HADN’T PLANNED to tell her I loved her, and definitely hadn’t planned to do it while edging her to orgasm with my fingers, but my plans seemed to matter less and less when I was around her. The entire night had been one surprise after another, and learning she was the one writing the story about the mentoring program was completely unexpected.
When Britta’s trembling subsided, she sank into the pillows, her body limp and cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d be good at that,” she said in a breathy voice.
I planted gentle kisses on her shoulder and collarbone. “Oh?”
“I’ve been fantasizing about your touches since the first time you gave me a back rub.” She slid her fingers down my chest, slowing over my stomach.
When she wrapped them around my erection, giving an experimental stroke, I closed my eyes against the rush of pleasure. I should have slowed down to consider what it meant that I’d confessed I loved her and she hadn’t said it back, but I ached to be inside her and it was all-consuming. I reached for a condom in my nightstand and rolled to my back. “I’ve been fantasizing about you on top of me.”
“You have?”
Dragging my index finger up and down her thigh, I tilted my head to meet her eyes. “I want to see your beautiful body and have my hands free to touch you.” I kissed her, our lips coming together slowly and sweetly, but both of us quickly succumbed to the growing heat. “Please let me see you.” Stroking her calf, I guided her thigh over my hip. I kissed her, my tongue stroking the seam of her lips.
She nodded and watched me roll on the condom. Britta grinned and slowly shifted her body to mine. I’d never experienced such an overwhelming urge to take in a person all at once, but tried to go slow, to give her time to be comfortable. I guided her hips forward, my dick brushing against her slick heat. “Fuck,” I moaned, close to coming from that small touch. She was right there, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance as I held her gaze. “You’re so beautiful.” I lowered a finger to circle above her clit, pulling a delicious moan from her throat. “I knew that before I ever laid eyes on you.”
She whimpered and sank down, bringing me into her body inch by inch, her heat tight around me. She was tentative at first, her eyes meeting mine, and I stilled, letting her lead. Her whimper was the best sound I’d ever heard. I wouldn’t last long this time, but fuck. I leaned forward to take a perfect hard nipple in my mouth, which made her grind against me faster. She liked when I used my tongue on her, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Britta cried out, pressing her palms against my chest as she found her rhythm and chased her pleasure. The set of her jaw and the look in her eyes made it clear she believed how much I wanted her. I felt it in the roll of her hips when she didn’t care, because she wanted me.
“Britt,” I panted, heat pooling at the base of my spine, my orgasm building.
She rode me with abandon, rocking and moaning against me, her full, round ass landing against my thighs with a maddening rhythm. She looked free, and I wanted to hold her and never let her go.
Her voice hitched and she tensed, the most amazing expression crossing her face as she dug her fingers into my chest. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She repeated the words as if I couldn’t tell, as if her entire body wasn’t erupting, and I gripped her waist harder, my own release barreling through me, as she spasmed around me. The world cut out, and there was nothing but her. She mewed, tiny whimpers as her rocking slowed, and I stared at her, regaining my breath and knowing the rest of me was lost to her.
She slumped onto my body, breathing hard, her heaving chest against mine. “Wes, holy . . . wow. Best workout ever.”
I laughed. God, this woman. I wrapped my arms around her. “Ready to stretch?”
“I hate you,” she said, resting her head against my shoulder, fingers dancing over my chest before she flattened her palm over my heart. “I hate you . . . more than I’ve ever hated anyone.”
Those words filled me—like they were part of me, and she wouldn’t pull them back. Even though she hadn’t said it, Britta’s love felt like it belonged to me, and I wrapped her tighter in my arms.