Swipe for a Cosmo by Megan Wade
Jade
With the tip of his cock pressing against my aching and wanting entrance, Kellen leans his large body over mine and presses a gentle kiss against my lips. “Will it freak you out if I tell you, I’m already falling in love with you?”
I suck in a breath, my hands moving to the curve of his tattooed pecs as I search for sincerity in his eyes. “You’re serious?”
He nods. “And I’m scaring you too, aren’t I?”
“What? No. No, you’re not scaring me at all. I’m just…” I take a deep breath before releasing it slowly. “I’m blown away. This isn’t how I expected tonight to go.”
“I don’t think this is what any of us expected, but I was raised to know a good thing when I see it. And you’re not only a good thing, but a perfect thing.”
Lifting a hand, I touch the coarse hair of his beard against his cheek, raking my fingers along the dark strands before he turns his head and kisses my palm. The tiny, loving action makes my heart swell to completion, emotion pricking at the backs of my eyes. “I happen to think you’re pretty perfect too.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Jade. I want to hear the words before I take you.” He teases my entrance with the tip of his dick, inching in and out, creating an ache deeper inside me. I need him. I want to be filled by him.
“I’m yours, Kellen,” I whisper, and he lowers his head so his forehead presses against mine.
“No one else.”
My arms slide around his broad shoulders as I nod. “No one else.”
And it’s at that point that he pushes in, releasing a shuddering groan as my body sheaths his.
“You feel…Fuck, Jade…So good.”
“Oh god, Kellen. Yes,” I gasp, loving this feeling of complete fullness. I thought that maybe I’d feel a little discomfort since he’s larger than any of the battery-operated versions of a man’s length I’ve tried before. But instead, all I feel is a warm heat and a sense of completion, coupled with the realization that this is what I’ve been missing all my life—the warmth, the heat, the emotion. I don’t think I can ever go back to the woman I was yesterday. Being with Kellen has changed me, and nothing will ever be better than this moment. He thinks he’s falling in love with me…
My mouth opens with a moan as the words whispered against my mouth return to me, and he moves his hips back, dragging his cock out of me then plunging back in again. At first his movement is slow and measured, a back-and-forth motion while he explores the curve of my neck with his mouth, moving in a trail of sucks and kisses to my breasts before paying equal attention to my dusty pink nipples. Every inch of my skin feels alive and on fire.
“Kellen. Please. I need….I need…” I gasp, my lust-filled mind struggling to find words to express the blooming ache in my core. I have an intense need to be pounded so violently I may not walk again for the foreseeable future, but my tongue feels too thick and my mind too foggy. So the only word I can go with is, “Harder.”
“Harder?” He places his hands on either side of me on the bed, flexing his muscular arms straight as he draws his hips back then thrusts deep inside. My body jolts and I moan out my pleasure, my hands wrapping around his forearms as he repeats the process. Thrust. Thrust.
My mouth is dry from gasping, and I know my orgasm is right there, ready to spill, but it needs a little more encouragement. I need it, “Faster.”
A grunt rumbles out of his chest in response, followed by the quick tempo change that creates a slapping sound as our wet and naked bodies collide, over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Holy shit, sweetheart. I can’t. hold—”
“Oh god!” My grip tightens around his forearms as my eyes fly to the ceiling and my body lets go. “Kellllllleeeeeen!”
“Jade. Fuck.”
Kellen buries himself one last time inside my body, pelvis to pelvis, as deep as humanly possible. Then he shudders.
He shudders and pulses within my contracting walls, releasing a masculine growl that has goosebumps rippling all over my body while he fills me with his hot seed, the glorious ripples of our union slowly ebbing away as we catch our breath, our heart rates returning to normal.
“Whoa,” I gasp as he drops his head against my chest and presses a kiss against my skin. “I honestly didn’t think it could be that good.”
He lifts his head and meets my eyes, grinning before he leans in and kisses me soft and deep. “It normally isn’t, sweetheart. This—what you and I just shared—was fucking transcendent. It’s what everyone out there wishes they were doing.”
“Yeah?” I ask, running my fingers over the sweat-soaked curves of his torso. “Well, if that’s the case, I think it’s only fair that we do it again.”
A massive grin pulls up the corner of his mouth. “Already?”
“Yeah. Gotta make sure it wasn’t a fluke, right?”
“Right.” Chuckling, he slides an arm beneath me and scoops me off the bed, rolling with us both until he’s on the bottom and I’m straddling him on top. It completely changes the angle of his erection inside me. “And the best way to test that out is by tryin’ out other positions.”
“Oh, I like the way you think, Mr. Valentine. How many positions do you think there are?”
“Enough to keep us busy for a long, long time,” he says, curling one of his big hands behind my head and pulling me toward him.
“Good,” I whisper against his lips. “Because I really don’t want to go to sleep. I never want this night to end.”
His answer is a soft moan as our lips collide and our hips begin to move, teasing out the building strands of what I know will be yet another mind-blowing orgasm. One of many more, I hope, because I meant it when I said I don’t want to fall asleep. Falling asleep means waking up, and mornings, well, things change in the morning and sometimes, great dreams are over. And there’s no way in hell I’m risking any part of this being a dream. No way, no how. Right now, Kellen Valentine is my dream come true. I intend to keep it that way.
