He caressed her, moving back and forth against her center. Need made her part her legs more, as if trying to offer all she was to him. She was torn between going for it and making it last longer. Everything felt too good, she thought as she felt herself getting closer and closer.
Her legs began to tremble. She clutched the bottom sheet and dug her heels into the mattress. He moved a little faster, then gently inserted a single finger inside of her.
She hung suspended for a heartbeat, then two. Tension built until she knew she was going to be ripped apart. It was her last conscious thought as her release crashed through her, causing every muscle to contract and her whole body to get lost in perfection.
She cried out, caught her breath and cried out again. She pushed against him, needing more, wanting everything and then getting that and more. She rode his finger, gasping with thanks as he pushed in two. She felt herself contract around him. It was too much.
She couldn’t wait to do it again.
A few minutes later her heartbeat had slowed from hummingbird speed. She lay on the bed, exhausted and exhilarated. She wondered if she would ever be the same again.
“Mission accomplished,” she told him. “I’m officially boneless.”
Reid lay next to her, his head propped on his hand. He smiled slowly. “I’m glad.”
“No, seriously. This was amazing. You could get your own cult.”
Her words made him smile. He liked that he’d pleased her. No, more than liked it. He felt as if he could take on the world.
Everything about her screamed satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dilated. She looked like a very happy woman.
“I don’t need a cult.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I could be president.”
Her eyes were hazel. He’d never noticed that before. They were large and sexy and he found himself wanting to get lost in them.
He’d wanted to please her for a couple of reasons. First because he always liked his partner to enjoy the experience, but also because he had something to prove. That damn article still haunted him.
But somewhere along the way, that hadn’t mattered anymore. He’d wanted to make the experience great because of who Lori was. Because he wanted to please her. Specifically her.
She sat up and unfastened the rest of her braid, then flopped back down on the bed. He reached out and fingered a wavy curl.
She turned toward him. “At the risk of being greedy, I’m ready for more.”
So was he. He’d been hard and ready since she’d showed up. It had been a hell of a long time.
He opened a drawer in the nightstand and grabbed a condom and quickly put it on. Then he pulled Lori close and began to kiss her.
Her body felt good against his. She was soft and yielding in all the right places. He liked how she smelled and tasted and responded. He liked pretty much everything.
She reached between them and touched him.
“Oh.”
Oh? He was about to ask what was wrong when he realized he wasn’t hard. Until maybe three seconds ago, he’d been a rock. Now…nothing.
“Give me a second,” he said and reached for her breast.
He was fine, he told himself. Everything worked. Everything always worked. He was a f**king machine.
He tried to find humor in the play on words, but couldn’t. Then he focused on how great her breast felt in his hand. Then he did his best to remember a p**n movie he’d seen. Any p**n movie. Crowds and crowds of people doing it. A whole stadium humping.
It didn’t work. He wanted her. He wanted her bad. He wanted to be in her and coming and feeling great. But his body refused to respond. If anything his dick shrank down to the size of a grape.
He rolled onto his back and swore. Humiliation made him rest his forearm over his eyes and wish to hell he was anywhere but here.
“Reid?” Lori’s voice was soft and tentative.
He raised his other hand. “Don’t,” he told her. “Whatever you’re going to say, just don’t. I want to totally be in the moment, so later, when I’m asked, I can point to this as the official low point of my life. I know it’s the newspaper article. I know it’s pressure. But knowing doesn’t help.”
“There’s a bright side.”
He lowered his arm and looked at her. She was bent over him, her long hair teasing his arm.
“There’s no damn bright side,” he said, trying not to sound angry at her. “This doesn’t happen to me. I know guys say that, but for me, it’s true. It sure isn’t you. I enjoyed what we were doing. It was all I could do to let you come first and not just take you in the first five seconds. I’m better than this.”
She smiled. “Better doesn’t come close. Right this minute, you’re the best sex I ever had. Seriously. So what does that say about my life? Talk about putting things in perspective.”
Against his will, he started to smile. She grinned, then began to chuckle.
“I’m pathetic,” she said, still laughing.
“No. Never. You’re beautiful.”
And she was. Naked and flushed and smiling at him. Without thinking, he kissed her. She parted and then he was in her mouth.
God, she felt good. He touched her body, stroking her everywhere. He reached between her legs and she parted for him. She was so wet and hot. He wanted to be there.
Without thinking, he shifted so that he could push inside of her. He had a moment of panic, knowing he couldn’t possibly, but then he was filling her. He was hard, he thought with relief. Then being hard didn’t matter. Not when he could thrust into her and take them both the long way home.