I can’t stop moving. Moaning. I don’t remember ever sounding like this before—so wanton. At the wedding, we were in his truck. The party wasn’t close but not far either. He shushed me as I bit through his shirt, praying not to shriek through my orgasms. But, now, we’re in a hotel room. Privacy.

I can only imagine how I look. My hair down around my shoulders. Nipples distended and soaked from his tongue. My lower half undulating against his heavy thigh. My throat already feels raw from my deep, guttural moans. That’s when his hand lowers itself from my breast and goes down and down.

“Oh no. Oh God. Slade.”

“Yeah, baby. Yeah.”

I’m shaking from my toes upward. I want to tell him to wait a minute. As it is, everything feels too good. It’s too much. I’m so close. I bite my lip as his thumb presses directly against my clit, and another two fingers slide straight up inside me, curving. My head bangs against the wall as I come so hard that flashes of light dance in front of my eyes. My head drops down, only to see him on his knees with his mouth on my pussy, drinking me in.

Oh my God.

My legs tremble so hard that he has to hold each of my thighs in his hands, so I don’t collapse. I might die.

When I come to, I’m on the bed, too satisfied to even ask how I got here.

“We’re not done,” he says.

“Done? What? Where?” My voice is raspy as I try to get my bearings. I turn to Slade and can’t stop my smile. “I have the hottest man I’ve ever seen next to me right now—whoop!”

He chuckles. “You make me laugh, you know that?”

“Like, ha-ha, we’re laughing together, so funny? Or like, ha-ha your face?”

He claps his hands. “Who are you? I swear, I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Surprise?”

His huge arms pull me into his body when I finally notice he’s still in his shorts.

“I thought you didn’t do the bed.”

“Well, it’s not to sleep.”

I hum, “I’m so tired.”

Lifting my arms up over my head, I stretch like a cat against the soft sheets. He watches my breasts shift with rapt attention.

Grumbling, he nestles into my neck as his hand snakes out to hold mine. For a man who isn’t into cuddling, he sure knows how to tangle himself up.

Wrapping my legs around him like an octopus, I feel free to enjoy this time without worry and speak my mind without anxiety that I’ll screw something up.

Last year, I dated this doctor, Jordan. We had been set up by mutual friends, and I really believed we could fall in love. When we had sex, it was terrible. But I couldn’t be vocal because, if I were, he might get offended, and the relationship would be ruined. I figured, stay quiet now, and once we were married, I’d finally be clear about what I wanted. But this isn’t the case with Slade, whom I have no future with. If he pisses me off, I shouldn’t have to bite my tongue.