“Please what, baby?” he mumbled as his tongue continued to feast on her labia.
“I need to feel you inside me,” Cherie gasped.
He reversed his position, moving up her trembling body, and he kissed her again. Reese reached over and opened the drawer in the bedside table to remove a condom. If Cherie hadn’t slept with a man in five years, he doubted whether she was on birth control. He slipped on the condom, and when he attempted to penetrate her, he was met with some resistance. She was tight, and he took his time pushing into her celibate body, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Raising his head, he saw her smile. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“I’m not worried,” she whispered.
Those were the last words spoken as they began the dance of desire reserved for lovers.
Cherie felt as if she were swept up by the powerful force of a twister spinning her around and around until she feared passing out from an onslaught of multiple orgasms holding her captive. She’d heard people talk aboutla petite mort, but this was her first time since becoming sexually active that she’d experienced it.
She’d barely returned from her free-fall flight when she heard Reese’s groaning and felt his quickened motions as he thrust inside her, he ejaculated, and breathed the last of his passion into her mouth. They lay together, limbs entwined, waiting until their breathing slowed to a normal rhythm.
Cherie wound her arms around his moist back. “Thank you,” she whispered, unable to conceal her grin.
Raising his head, Reese kissed the end of her nose. “I should be one doing the thanking. You were more than worth the wait.”
Her eyebrows lifted questioningly. “Has it been as long for you as it’s been for me?”
“No, but it has been a while.”
“I think I can get used to sharing a bed with you,” she whispered.
It was Reese’s turn to lift his eyebrows. “You think or you know?”
“I stand corrected,” she said. “I know.”
“That’s more like it. I’d love for us to stay like this, but I’m going to have to pull out and throw away the condom.”
Cherie wanted to tell him not to move because having him inside her made their physical connection even stronger. And when he did pull out, she felt the loss immediately. She turned and stared at Reese as he slipped out of bed and headed for the en suite bathroom. His body was magnificent, clothed or nude. He would’ve been the perfect model for Michelangelo to sculpt his David in onyx rather than marble.
She grimaced as she attempted to flex her leg, and the slight tightness in her groin was a blatant reminder of how long it’d been since she’d used those muscles. Reese was heavier and anatomically much larger than her ex-lover. Now that she’d slept with Reese, it felt good for Cherie to think of Weylin as her ex. After making love with Reese, she was finally able to mentally exorcise, eradicate, eliminate, and exterminate everything she’d had with the man, and that included giving up her son.
Cherie saw movement out the corner of her eye and watched Reese approach the bed in all his naked splendor. Extending her arms, she welcomed him into her embrace when he got into the bed with her. He shifted her body until they lay facing each other.
“How are you feeling?” he asked,
She looped one leg over his. “Wonderful.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
Cherie vowed to be truthful with Reese as she recalled Kayana’s lecture about trust. That it was more important in a relationship. “I have a little discomfort in my groin area.”
Reese gave her a direct stare. “Are you sore down there?”
She smiled, knowing he was referring to her vagina. “No. Down there feels just fine.”
He also smiled. “It’s going to take a while for you to stretch out those muscles.”
“Maybe I should do some squats.”
“One of these days, after you have a long soak in the tub, I’ll give you a massage that is certain to make your body as loose as al dente pasta.”
“How much are you going to charge me for the massage?” she teased.
“Massages are always free,” Reese countered. “By the way, are you hungry?”
