Postcards From…Verses Brides Babies And Billionaires. Rebecca Winters

she gasped, running her hands around the back of his head as he suckled her breast. His hair was so short there was nothing for her to grab on to, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

      His mouth came back up to hers as his hand shifted, a finger breaching the edge of her panties to softly stroke the seam of her sex. He’d be able to feel just how wet she was, how insanely aroused and excited. But she didn’t care—couldn’t care. Not while he was pushing her so close to an orgasm she knew would shatter her completely.

      “Rhys…uh!” The words dissolved on her tongue as he kissed her, the tip of his finger pressing against her entrance.

      “Are you ready?” His words were rough, sharp. Like gravel. “Are you ready to feel my fingers inside you?”

      “Please, please.” She couldn’t string any more words together, so she looped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his ear. “Yes.”

      The second he slid a finger inside her she thought she’d break. Her internal muscles clenched around him immediately, trying to draw him all the way in. But he held on to his control, sliding in and out slowly. Easing her into it. Stretching her.

      She ground her hips against his hand and moaned, cursing under her breath. Then he shifted, curling his finger at just the right angle, rubbing the little bundle of nerves deep inside her and that was it. Game over.

      “Oh. My. God.” Her body shook and she tumbled, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Filling her. Drowning her.

      He held her there until it subsided. Until her heart slowed and her breath came in longer beats. Until she was able to stand on her own. Only then did he withdraw his hand and kiss her trembling lips.

      “See. So much better than spreadsheets,” she said with a shaky laugh.

      “Couldn’t agree more.” A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and he bundled her up in his arms, the hard length of his arousal pressing into her belly.

      Almost immediately her hunger returned. At full force.

      Her fingertips grazed him, feeling the strength of him through the cotton of his boxer briefs. She wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. Finding the slit in his underwear, she snaked her hand in and wrapped her fingers around him. He was hot against her palm, thick and heavy. Very thick.

      She swallowed. She hadn’t been with many men during her somewhat lackluster sex life. And none of them had felt like Rhys. The sheer virility of him thrilled her. Smoothing her hand up and down, she squeezed tentatively and was rewarded with a low, ragged groan.

      Then she remembered. Condoms.

      They hadn’t exactly been high up on her shopping list when she’d fled to New York, so she hoped he would be better prepared. She didn’t want to stop now; she didn’t know if she had the strength to walk away without experiencing that long, hard length inside her.

      “Shall we move this party to the bedroom?” he said as his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

      “I’m hoping you’re prepared.”

      “If you’re talking about protection, of course. I didn’t want to be presumptuous but…” He grinned.

      “You are a Boy Scout. I knew it.”

      He grabbed her hand and led her toward his bedroom. “Come on. If I don’t have you now I’m going to burst.”

      “Is that a fact?”

      She couldn’t deny how good his attraction made her feel. It smoothed over her, filling in the cracks and dents and chips in her confidence. It restored her. Made her believe that she was a sexy, young woman who could start over. Start fresh.

      “One hundred percent.” He drew her to him by the waist, his large hands skating around to her lower back and pressing her against him.

      “Not a hundred and ten?” she teased.

      “There is no more than a hundred percent.”

      Her calves hit the edge of his bed as he backed her up. Drawing his eyes away only for a moment, he yanked open the top drawer of his bedside table and rummaged around until he produced a foil packet. Then he tossed it onto the bed and returned to her.

      “Now we’re prepared,” she said, her palms running up and down her thighs. Unsure where to start.

      “More.” The word came out so strangled, so forced that it fueled her on.

      She slipped her hands between her legs to brush against her drenched panties. “Like this?”

      “Hell. Yes.”

      She whipped the tank over her head and turned, tipping forward from her waist so that her hands landed on the bed and her ass waved high in the air. A guttural groan came from behind her, and a moment later he was pressed against her. Rough hands held her in place as he rubbed the hard length of his cock against her ass.

      “Holy shit, Wren. You’re incredible.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and pulled them over her ass and down her legs. “Stay there and let me look.”

      Her whole body clenched as cool air drifted across her sex. She’d never done anything like this before. Sex with her previous boyfriends had been bland as cardboard. But she hadn’t known anything else. This, however, seemed natural. Clearly, she’d been missing out.

      Then she felt his cock press against her inner thigh, smudging moisture against her. A second later the sound of foil tearing broke through their heavy breathing, and Wren turned to face him, watching him roll the condom down his length.

      “We’ll go slow, okay?” His palm cupped her face and she kissed his hand.

      “Yes, please.” She reached out to touch him, her fingers skating over the swollen head of his cock.

      He eased her back against the bed and used his strong thighs to part her softer ones. The contrast of his warm, brown skin against her fairness sucked the breath out of her lungs. He was so beautiful. So confident and capable and strong.

      Yet there was a gentleness to him, a level of care that she wasn’t used to.

      Closing her eyes, she breathed in the surroundings. The scent of sex, the unique male aroma mingling with clean laundry, a hint of cologne. She wanted to absorb it all.

      “You still with me, Wren?” His lips brushed over her jaw and down her neck.

      “All the way.” Her fingers raked down his back as he shifted forward, the head of his cock pressing against her opening.

      “Tell me how it feels, okay?” His hand cupped her breast, and he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

      “Amazing.” The word dissolved into a cry as he pushed inside her, filling her. Taking her.

      She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, willing her body to relax into it. As he started moving, all the blood in her body rushed south and she melted against him. Each stroke pushed her higher and higher, his hips bumping her as he built up speed.

      He rained kisses down over her. “You feel so good wrapped around me like that.”

      “Wrapped around you?” A wicked smile curved on her mouth and she lifted her hips, anchoring her legs around his waist. Urging him to go deeper. Drawing him in.

      “Wren!” His hips jerked and he pumped into her, the rhythm frantic as they chased pleasure.

      The muscles in his arms corded as he thrust, and she gripped him, digging her nails into his skin. Marking him as hers. Her name fell from his lips as he shuddered inside her.

      The silence washed over her as they lay there, tangled in one another, and a deep calm claimed her. Maybe her sister had been right all along. Sex was just what she needed to feel in charge of her life again.