Page 73 of A Really Bad Idea

He kisses down my belly, and his tongue dips into my navel. I giggle with the feeling and then stop as his mouth lowers and hovers over my mound. With a swipe of his tongue, he licks the folds, and I let out an audible gasp as I fall back into the pillow. My fingers are laced in his hair, and he licks and swirls and ravages me like a man dying of thirst.

My body runs hot, and my head goes foggy as he enters a finger and then two. I’m shaking from an unexplainable high. He’s unrelenting, and he works my body until I’m coming for him, calling out his name and preaching to a god I’m almost certain right now is out there somewhere.

Christian lifts his head and smiles at me, and—damn—I’m breathless. He rises on his knees, and I’m quick to get him on his back and straddle him. My body gyrates on him as I finish unbuttoning his shirt. He sits up and shrugs it off. I take the undershirt he has on beneath and lift it over his head. The washboard abs I’ve been eyeing for too long are here in the flesh, under my roving hands and just as perfect as I imagined. I push him back down and explore his body, his corded arms, and muscular chest. He does his own touching—first my breasts and then down my belly and hips.

My curiosity runs deep, and I move over to take off his pants. His erection is pitched in his black boxers. I pull them down and toss them on the floor beside my dress. Then, I marvel at the sight before me. Large and firm, it’s the definition of a cock. And, tonight, it’s all mine.

I pump once, twice, my mouth salivating at the sight of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I lean down and lick it. The hard steel beneath the smooth skin is addicting. I need another taste.

“Oh my God, Meadow. That’s … your mouth … heaven.”

I giggle. “For a man of the medical profession, you sure are at a loss for coherent sentences.” I bob down again and take him deep.

“You have to stop.”

“I’m having fun.”

He grips my head and pulls me up. Our eyes meet, and his are filled with desire. “I need to be inside you.”

Gently, he guides me back down to the bed and settles his body over me. His eyes are firm on mine as he opens my legs and holds himself at my entrance. Slowly at first, he pushes in.

His arms are holding me tight; mine wrap around his neck and over his heart. Our connection never lost. He kisses me as he moves. I arch my hips, and he hits the spot that sends me reeling into the heavens.

He picks up his rhythm.

I grip his chest.

He passionately kisses me.

I raise my hips.

His forehead falls to mine.

I look up into his eyes.

He calls out my name.

I fall apart.

We come undone.

We kiss for a long time. It seems to be something we’ve become brilliant at. We roll over onto the sheets that are now crumpled and tossed about. I hold on to him, savoring the moment because, honestly, I’m not ready to leave it.

There’s a tingling still simmering through me as his muscular thigh slides between my legs. His powerful body makes me feel dainty as he holds me, caresses me. Even though the sex is over, his desire for intimacy is potent.

Christian as a lover. I really like this side of him.

He’s the first to pull away, his hooded eyes lazy despite the hurriedness of our lovemaking. His eyes dance around my face, and a slow, sexy smile builds on his full mouth.

I lick my lips, unsure of exactly what to say. I don’t want to ruin it by making a joke or saying something overly sexy. There’s no protocol for this scenario. It feels like I’ve gone to bed with a man I just started dating, and I don’t want to come off too strong.

A manual would really come in handy right about now. Picture it. “Girls Guide to Dating/Getting Knocked Up By Your Best Friend/Boss’s Son.” I think it’d be a hit. I can even start a blog …

“I have to pee,” I say and untangle myself from his body. I’m about to get up when I realize I don’t want to walk to the bathroom, naked. I pull the sheets toward me and cover up the necessary bits.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed,” he teases from behind me, lying stark naked in all his glory.

“Despite recent events, we’re still friends, and I’d prefer if you didn’t see my jiggly ass walking away.” I lean over and grab his button-down off the edge of the bed. I slide my arms inside and stand up. When I’m properly covered, I face him and do a curtsy.