I lock my ankles behind his ass, not wanting him to stop. “No, I’m okay.” I push myself up on my elbows, getting a better look at his killer body. “Keep going.”
Angelo laughs. “No, I want to undress you slowly.”
“Oh.” The moment of panic passes, and I release my death grip on his ass.
“Stand,” he tells me like I don’t really have an option, which, somehow, is okay with me.
He climbs off the bed first, and I follow the motion of each and every muscle rippling on his torso with my eyes. I just lie there, half upright, gawking at him like I’ve never seen a naked chest before. I have, but not one quite like his.
I don’t move until he finally motions for me to take his hand. I mean, who can move, let alone think, when there’s all that muscle flexing in such beautiful harmony? Clearly not me.
“I’m sorry.” My face heats as I come face-to-face with his pecs. I want to reach out and touch them, testing to see if they’re as hard as they look. “I’ve just never seen so much muscle on one man.”
He smiles but doesn’t laugh. Jesus. I feel like a complete moron. I would give my dorky high school self a run for her money in the awkward sex retelling of my life.
“Just relax.” His head dips forward, and his lips brush against my neck just below my jaw.
My skin breaks out in goose bumps, and my eyes roll back. The volume of pleasure this man can deliver with a simple kiss is mind-boggling. I’m putty in his hands at this point, and there’s no turning back. My neck has always been my weakness.
When his fingers slide under the spaghetti straps of the black top I’m wearing, my breath hitches and butterflies fill my stomach. No man has seen me naked in five years. Parts of my body no longer lie where they used to, and gravity, along with age, has clearly taken its toll.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers against my skin as if he senses my fear.
As the first strap slides down my arm, his lips disappear from my neck. Our eyes lock as the strap moves past my finger, exposing one breast. I expect him to look down, but he doesn’t as his hand moves to the second strap and lingers.
“Breathe, Tilly.”
I gasp, not realizing I’d actually stopped breathing. “I’m sorry.” I swallow, focusing on his eyes and nothing else to help keep my fear at bay.
The cold air drifts across my breasts as the second strap falls off my shoulder, leaving me bare. His hand slides around my back, just above my ass, and he pulls me flush against him.
I melt into his warmth, reveling in the softness of his skin against mine. I’ve missed this. Missed the connection to another human being only nakedness can give.
His mouth crashes down against my lips as his fingers slowly inch down my back, finding the zipper to my skirt. I give him my mouth willingly, wanting nothing more than to taste his sweet lips.
For a moment, I think of Roger, thankful I followed his advice and shaved everything. I wasn’t sure where the night would lead us, but in my heart, I was hoping to feel Angelo’s body pressed against mine just like it is now.
My stomach flutters as the teeth of my zipper separate and my skirt falls to my feet. I’m completely naked, stepping outside my comfort zone and going without panties for the first time in years.
My heart’s racing as he grips my ass, pulling my body closer to his and, by default, pressing his cock against me. I’m winded by the thickness and length, forgetting exactly how it feels to be filled, but excited to be reminded. I almost thought I’d never have sex again, destined to be celibate forever.
My fingers find his jeans in the darkness, working the zipper down in quick fashion and tugging at the sides of his waistband until his cock springs free.
His lips leave mine, and I open my eyes as he backs away. We’re both naked with nothing separating us.
“God, Tilly.” He finally lets his gaze wander over my naked flesh. “You’re perfect.”
I drink him in as a whole before my eyes take him in piece by piece. Wide shoulders. Insane amount of muscles. Thick thighs. Huge cock. The man’s body was created to be worshiped. “You’re a whole lotta man, Angelo.”
His cock twitches, catching my eye again. Like I hadn’t noticed the enormous size of the damn thing moments ago. To say it’s impressive is an understatement.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises.
I’m not entirely sure I want his gentleness after five years of absolute abstinence.
He steps forward and closes the space between us before grabbing my waist. “You’re mine, Tilly. I’ll always protect you and will never hurt you.”
As soon as he says those words, a peace unlike anything I’ve ever felt before washes over me.
