Starlight (Peaches Monroe #2)(36)
Author: Mimi Strong

“I have a soup pot full of snakes, but I’m saving those for Sunday brunch.”

“What makes you think I’ll still be here Sunday? Maybe I’ll—”

The water churned around us, and then he had his hands on my ass, squeezing my buns and pulling me close as he shushed me by kissing me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and rocked my hips, eliciting a reaction within his swimming shorts. In seconds, he was hard and pressing back against me, grinding me in a way that was not unpleasant at all.

Around his lips, I said, “Maybe I’ll stay.”

He pulled back from the kiss and gazed into my eyes. The blue lights under the water line made his face look upside-down, all the shadows pointing in the opposite direction as normal. His eyebrows had triangular shadows above them, like the eyebrows of jack-o-lanterns.

“I had fun with you today,” he whispered. “I’m glad I’m not some ass**le with a nice house in the Hollywood Hills, but nobody to cuddle tonight.”

I reached down between us and grabbed his hardness. “I’m going to cuddle you so hard.”

“Reverse Cowgirl,” he said. “You promised.”

Before I could try to wiggle out of the promise, he grabbed my hand and hauled me out of the pool. We raced back to his place and barely toweled off before we were in bed.

My skin was cool from the swim, so I insisted we climb under the covers for a cuddle and warm-up before the main event. We kissed for an eternity, all warm and cozy together in the dark, our bodies entwining. Whenever his c**k nudged between my legs, I had to hold myself back from pushing down onto it, bare.

Finally, I grabbed a condom and rolled it on before it was too late.

“Cowgirl time,” he said, pushing me into position.

“Close your eyes. Don’t look at my butt!”

“That’s the best part.”

Since he wasn’t going to close his eyes, I closed mine. With my weight on my lower legs, my back to Keith’s upper body, I straddled his cock. The head slipped in easily, but instead of taking him all the way in, I arched my back and slowly leaned back, until I was lying on his chest. I craned my neck to kiss him.

“This is amazing,” he said, reaching both hands up to cup my br**sts. “I can touch you everywhere.” One hand moved down between my legs, making me gasp as he grazed my swollen clit.

He groaned as he rotated his h*ps and dipped further into my pu**y. I shifted down a few degrees, taking him deeper, then deeper still. He kept stroking my cl*t and thrusting in and out at the same time, while his other hand squeezed one breast, then the other. The stimulation was so intense—almost as if there were more than the two of us, yet we were aligned, with his arms moving in the same range as my arms would, so we also felt like one person. One very sexy person.

He got me close to coming a few times, and I was in no hurry at all, until I was. And then I desperately needed to come.

Ignoring all the worries about him seeing the view of my ass, I sat up, ready to ride like a cowgirl in reverse. His c**k was firm and full, limiting my angle at first, but after some assurances from him that his flagpole really did bend that way (and felt good), I leaned forward even more, grabbing onto his muscular upper thighs for purchase.

“Ride ‘em cowgirl,” he moaned.

I rocked back and forth, enjoying the angle of penetration. With my eyes clenched shut, I heard the sound of his breathing become more ragged as he got closer to coming. The sound of his raspy breaths were the sexiest things I’d ever heard. When he started to moan, I began to quiver, my inner walls clenching him tightly. He was hard like a fist, and as his breathing changed again, relaxing, I started to come.

And for a moment, I felt like I really was riding a bucking bull. I threw one hand up over my head. “Yeehaw!”

He grabbed me by the h*ps and thrust into me, raising his h*ps all the way off the bed and me along with them.

I grabbed onto his knees and held on for dear life as I shook with a rapid succession of orgasms that made me see flashing lights.

Everything was still again. I caught my breath, then sighed. I looked down to find my right leg was straight out in front, alongside Keith’s legs, and my left leg was folded, my foot under my buttock.

Interesting. I could work with that. I rolled to my right, and soon I was lying on the bed, both of us in spooning position.

“Hmm,” Keith said, tickling me as he reached between us to hold the condom tight as he withdrew. “Um.”

“What?”

“Just a little wetter than I expected. Hang on.” He rolled away from me and flicked on the side table lamp.

“Bright liiiight!” I whined.

“Phew,” he said. “The rubber’s not broken, so I guess it was just water from the pool.”

“Oh, damn.” I reached my hand down between my legs. Yup, there was a puddle.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I didn’t answer, but I heard him sniff as he leaned back toward me.

“Keith, I didn’t pee the bed.”

“I didn’t say you did.”

“Uh, you just smelled me. I heard you sniff.”

“I’m just breathing normally, I swear.”

We were quiet for a moment, Keith being careful to breath so quietly I couldn’t hear him at all.

Finally, I said, “Fine. You got me. I’m a squirter. Not every time, but I guess certain angles trigger this totally natural function that’s totally not pee. It’s a real medical thing. You can Google it if you don’t believe me.”

He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and handed them to me. “Two for you, and two for me. There’s a little garbage bin right over there. You can go have a shower if you want, but I’d like to get tidied up and have that nice cuddle you promised.”

I used the provided tissues, and then a few more. Even dried off, I still felt a negative emotion. Not shame, because I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I was embarrassed. I think any girl would be.

Keith was back under the covers. “C’mere,” he said, patting the bed.

I thought through all the excuses I could give to run out of that room.

“C’mere,” he said again, softer this time.

He patted the bed. Pat, pat.

Sometimes, after a long, weird day, all you really want is for a guy to pat the bed next to him. If he happens to be a good listener with a kind heart, take him up on the offer. You’ll be glad you did.

We had a great cuddle that led to comfortable pillow talk. I told Keith about my birthday ritual of going to DeNirro’s* with my family and taking pictures of us all around the red-checked tablecloths.