Quarterback Draw
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Extremely sexual man.
She laid her water on the table, then rolled over onto her back and stretched, raising her arms above her head.
“You look satisfied.”
She tilted her head toward him and smiled. “I do, don’t I?”
He grinned, then finished his glass of water and set it down. “Yeah, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
“No, we haven’t.” She rolled back over and skimmed her palm over his chest. “I have to tell you, Grant, that you’re a very good teacher.”
“Thanks.”
She walked her fingers down his chest and over his abs, loving the rock-hard feel of him, especially when she got to his cock. She fisted it in her hand.
“So how about we get to the best part now?”
SEVENTEEN
GRANT PRIDED HIMSELF ON HIS SELF-RESTRAINT. BUT the past hour with Katrina had been a test of that restraint. She was beautiful, her scent drove him crazy, and the way she responded to his touch and his mouth had nearly put him over the edge.
She might not have done this before, but her hand on his cock told him she’d done her research.
“I like you touching me,” he said.
“I like feeling you. You’re hard, but the skin is soft. And hot. You’re really hot.”
“You have no idea how hot I am right now.”
“Am I doing it right?”
“Anything you do with your hand on my cock is right.”
She lifted her gaze to his face. “No. Seriously. Teach me.”
He laid his hand over hers, closed his fingers, and directed the pace. “A little harder. You won’t break me. Short, fast strokes, then shift to longer, slower ones. Mixing it up feels really good.”
He let go once she got the hang of it, because he wanted her hand on him, not his own. Katrina learned fast, and damn if she wasn’t an expert at jacking him off.
Maybe too much of an expert. He finally grasped her wrist.
“That’s enough for now.”
“Why?”
“Because if you keep doing that I’ll come.”
She gave him a very hot smile. “Isn’t that the idea?”
“Generally, yeah, but I want to come in you, while I’m fucking you.”
“I like that idea. How about we do that now?”
Her eagerness to explore excited him. And he couldn’t deny he wanted to fuck her. Hell, he’d wanted her since the first time he’d laid eyes on her in Barbados. Now she was naked and in his bed.
What he hadn’t expected was her lack of experience.
He was going to take care of that now. But he was going to take it slow.
He rolled over and pulled the box of condoms out of his bedside drawer, lifting a packet out.
“Glad you’re prepared,” she said. “Also, I’m on the pill. Not that I expected to have sex tonight—or any night, for that matter. It’s to regulate my periods.”
She paused, then stared at him. “You so didn’t need to know that, did you?”
He caressed her leg. “It’s a good thing to know. We’re doubly covered that way. But either way, I’m always safe.”
She wrapped her arms around her knees. “I like knowing that. It makes you more attractive.”
“So, I was less attractive before I whipped out the condoms?”
She laughed. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to be less attractive.”
He pushed her back onto the bed. “I’m glad you think so.”
He pressed his lips to hers, moving his body on top of hers to test how she’d feel about that. She opened her legs and he nestled his body between them, letting his cock ride against her sex.
It felt good to be there, to feel her legs wrap around his hips. He thrust against her, letting his erection tease her clit, warm her up as he deepened the kiss and threaded his fingers into her hair.
He wanted her relaxed, not tense and thinking about what was going to happen, so he took his time teasing her mouth with his, listening to her moans, connecting with the movements of her body.
She was turned on and into what they were doing. So was he, and it was damn hard not to thrust into her, to feel her heat wrap around him, especially when she arched her pelvis against him.
He wanted to feel her come when he was inside her, to feel that grip of her pussy squeezing him when she climaxed. Just the thought of it, of how that would send him reeling into his own orgasm made him thrust against her sex.
“Grant,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside of me now.”
He knew that urgency. He pulled away from her to open the condom wrapper.
“Now that’s sexy,” she said as she watched him apply the condom.
He’d never thought so, but having her watch him so intently? Now that made his dick twitch.
He spread her legs and slid into her, easy and slow.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I told you I’m not really a virgin. I’ve had other things in there.”
“Things. Tell me what kinds of things.” He inched in a little more. She was tight, hot, and wet, and he wanted to drive in deep. But he held back.
“Dildos. Vibrators.” She breathed in and out and lifted against him. “I even tried a cucumber once.”
“Fuck, Katrina.” Unable to resist anymore, he shoved to the hilt, burying himself in her.
She gasped. “I had to know what it felt like to get fucked.”
She laid her water on the table, then rolled over onto her back and stretched, raising her arms above her head.
“You look satisfied.”
She tilted her head toward him and smiled. “I do, don’t I?”
He grinned, then finished his glass of water and set it down. “Yeah, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
“No, we haven’t.” She rolled back over and skimmed her palm over his chest. “I have to tell you, Grant, that you’re a very good teacher.”
“Thanks.”
She walked her fingers down his chest and over his abs, loving the rock-hard feel of him, especially when she got to his cock. She fisted it in her hand.
“So how about we get to the best part now?”
SEVENTEEN
GRANT PRIDED HIMSELF ON HIS SELF-RESTRAINT. BUT the past hour with Katrina had been a test of that restraint. She was beautiful, her scent drove him crazy, and the way she responded to his touch and his mouth had nearly put him over the edge.
She might not have done this before, but her hand on his cock told him she’d done her research.
“I like you touching me,” he said.
“I like feeling you. You’re hard, but the skin is soft. And hot. You’re really hot.”
“You have no idea how hot I am right now.”
“Am I doing it right?”
“Anything you do with your hand on my cock is right.”
She lifted her gaze to his face. “No. Seriously. Teach me.”
He laid his hand over hers, closed his fingers, and directed the pace. “A little harder. You won’t break me. Short, fast strokes, then shift to longer, slower ones. Mixing it up feels really good.”
He let go once she got the hang of it, because he wanted her hand on him, not his own. Katrina learned fast, and damn if she wasn’t an expert at jacking him off.
Maybe too much of an expert. He finally grasped her wrist.
“That’s enough for now.”
“Why?”
“Because if you keep doing that I’ll come.”
She gave him a very hot smile. “Isn’t that the idea?”
“Generally, yeah, but I want to come in you, while I’m fucking you.”
“I like that idea. How about we do that now?”
Her eagerness to explore excited him. And he couldn’t deny he wanted to fuck her. Hell, he’d wanted her since the first time he’d laid eyes on her in Barbados. Now she was naked and in his bed.
What he hadn’t expected was her lack of experience.
He was going to take care of that now. But he was going to take it slow.
He rolled over and pulled the box of condoms out of his bedside drawer, lifting a packet out.
“Glad you’re prepared,” she said. “Also, I’m on the pill. Not that I expected to have sex tonight—or any night, for that matter. It’s to regulate my periods.”
She paused, then stared at him. “You so didn’t need to know that, did you?”
He caressed her leg. “It’s a good thing to know. We’re doubly covered that way. But either way, I’m always safe.”
She wrapped her arms around her knees. “I like knowing that. It makes you more attractive.”
“So, I was less attractive before I whipped out the condoms?”
She laughed. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to be less attractive.”
He pushed her back onto the bed. “I’m glad you think so.”
He pressed his lips to hers, moving his body on top of hers to test how she’d feel about that. She opened her legs and he nestled his body between them, letting his cock ride against her sex.
It felt good to be there, to feel her legs wrap around his hips. He thrust against her, letting his erection tease her clit, warm her up as he deepened the kiss and threaded his fingers into her hair.
He wanted her relaxed, not tense and thinking about what was going to happen, so he took his time teasing her mouth with his, listening to her moans, connecting with the movements of her body.
She was turned on and into what they were doing. So was he, and it was damn hard not to thrust into her, to feel her heat wrap around him, especially when she arched her pelvis against him.
He wanted to feel her come when he was inside her, to feel that grip of her pussy squeezing him when she climaxed. Just the thought of it, of how that would send him reeling into his own orgasm made him thrust against her sex.
“Grant,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside of me now.”
He knew that urgency. He pulled away from her to open the condom wrapper.
“Now that’s sexy,” she said as she watched him apply the condom.
He’d never thought so, but having her watch him so intently? Now that made his dick twitch.
He spread her legs and slid into her, easy and slow.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I told you I’m not really a virgin. I’ve had other things in there.”
“Things. Tell me what kinds of things.” He inched in a little more. She was tight, hot, and wet, and he wanted to drive in deep. But he held back.
“Dildos. Vibrators.” She breathed in and out and lifted against him. “I even tried a cucumber once.”
“Fuck, Katrina.” Unable to resist anymore, he shoved to the hilt, burying himself in her.
She gasped. “I had to know what it felt like to get fucked.”
