“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
“I need you inside me.”
“It’s time.” The rip of a condom package, his easy agreement tripped her pulse rate. The grumpy protest of the lube bottle made her catch her breath.
“Ready?”
“Take me. Please, take me.”
He fit his cock to her, and she relaxed, trying to keep her breaths even. Slow. The hard length of his cock pushed inside her, her guardian muscle protesting. Fire swarmed over her, intense bursts of heat. He pulled back, tunneled deeper. The faint sensation of pain twisted through her, a lash of erotic fear before she calmed and remembered to stroke her clit.
Finally, finally, his warm weight draped over her back, and he started to fuck her in earnest. Each stroke pushed her to the slim border between pleasure and pain.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I love the feel of you squeezing my cock. Such a dirty girl. My sexy, dirty girl,” he whispered against her ear. “You feel good. So good. Not gonna last much longer. Stroke yourself again. Make yourself come. I want to feel your arse clenching ’round my dick. Want to come so bad, sweetheart.”
Mesmerized by his voice, she sank into a pleasure zone as she fingered herself. The clawing tension in her pussy increased, the delicate brush of her fingers and the fullness in her arse, pushing her hard. Bright sparks of sensation came slowly at first, a burst of awareness.
Nolan pulled back and stroked smoothly into her. He gave a hushed moan and it ricocheted through her straining body, pushed her harder, faster and the swell took her, hauling her into a maelstrom of pleasure that left her sobbing.
“Nolan.” Her finger kept working her clit while her vagina and arse pulsed hard.
Nolan gave a hoarse groan. He pulled back, sank deep. “Can feel the spasms around my dick. Feels good.” His hips snapped forward in three rapid thrusts and she gasped, her rectum clamping around him hard as he froze. Her clit jumped in another mini climax and a shudder rocked her.
Only the hoarseness of their breathing broke the silence, and for long moments, Nolan rested against her back. He sucked her neck, and she knew it would leave a mark.
She didn’t care what others thought.
Nolan pulled from her, turned her to face him. “I love you, Yvonne. You’re everything to me, and if you think I’m letting you get away, think again. I want to marry you.”
She seized on the first part of his declaration. “You love me?”
“You doubt me?” Nolan sat back, frowned at her. “Back in a sec.”
Yvonne fell forward to sprawl in a boneless heap. Some parts of her body ached while others felt well-used.Nolan loved her.She tested his words for sincerity and ended up hopelessly confused.
Nolan returned, and she heard the snip of the lock. He switched on one of the bedside lamps. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
The warm cloth was blissful, and a sigh emerged as she let him tend her. Task completed, he tossed the cloth aside and climbed into bed. His arms wrapped around her, and he arranged her against his chest. He tipped her chin upward and their gazes connected. “I haven’t said this before, because the words hold power. They mean something to me. I love you, Yvonne, and I want to share my life with you and the boys. Wait.” He placed his fingers over her lips. “I haven’t handled things well between us. I’ve made mistakes, but I’ve learned from them. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
He stared at her in silent expectation.
“I love you too, Nolan.” There, she’d voiced the feelings that struggled for freedom. “But I need to take things slowly. I don’t want to rush and have the boys hurt.”
“I would never hurt your sons.” A wounded expression settled on his features.
“I know that.” She gave a heavy sigh. “I’m not explaining myself well. You say you want to marry me. Would you consider an engagement?”
His eyes narrowed. “How long?”
“Just give me three months.”
“What’s gonna change in three months?” Now he sounded belligerent.
“My husband told me he loved me. He said he intended to spend the rest of his life proving it to me.”
“Don’t try forcing me into your ex’s shoes.”
“I’m not.” Yvonne paused, reordered her mind. “My husband was always telling me my enjoyment of sex wasn’t right, that I needed help. I know there’s nothing wrong with me. I have a healthy sex drive, and I’m not about to apologize for the fact.”
