“Shh.” I kissed her tears away, my heart clenching at the sight of them even as my cock throbbed at how desperate she’d become. “You’re doing so well. You’re perfect.”
“I’m dying. You’re killing me.”
“You’re not dying. You’re just feeling everything.” I brushed her hair back from her face.
I kissed her—deep and slow—while my hand returned between her legs. She was soaking wet, so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her gasp. I worked her slowly, carefully, watching her face to gauge every response.
“Luke.” Her voice broke on my name. “I can’t do this anymore. I need you inside me.”
That was the moment I remembered I didn’t actually have any condoms. Why would I? I hadn’t needed them in sixteen years.
I met her eyes, hating what I was about to say. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Holly went still beneath me. I watched her process this information—saw the moment of hesitation, the internal calculation. This was a huge step. We both knew it.
She bit her lip, thinking. Then her eyes found mine, clear and certain. “I’m on birth control. And I got tested after … after Eric.” She paused. “Have you been tested?”
“Last year at my annual physical.” I didn’t tell her it was a running joke between my doctor and me that the tests were unnecessary. “And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
She nodded slowly, weighing my answer. “Okay. Then we don’t need one. I trust you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I need you, Luke.”
After everything her ex had done, the fact that she could still trust someone this way floored me. She was giving me her body, her vulnerability, her belief that I wouldn’t hurt her.
I intended to honor that trust.
“I’ve got you,” I managed, my voice rough, as I sat back on my heels, my hands shaking as I worked my belt. Holly watched me with hazy, half-lidded eyes as I stripped off my clothes. When my cock finally sprang free, hard and leaking, her eyes went dark with want.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for me.
I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her entrance. “Last chance to back out.”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, Luke Byron, I’m going to lose my mind.” She reached between us and guided me to her entrance.
The sensation of entering her was overwhelming. Tight and wet and hot, her body gripping me like she was made for me. I had to close my eyes and focus on breathing, on not embarrassing myself by coming before we’d barely started. I’d prided myself on my stamina—had spent years building it up—but one second in Holly’s pussy, and I had to think of math equations not to blow.
“Oh God,” Holly breathed when she’d taken me all the way.
“I know,” I said, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel incredible.”
I lifted my head to stare down at her. She looked thoroughly debauched—hair messy, lips swollen, a satisfied flush spreading across her chest. I wanted to memorize this image forever.
“You’re staring again,” she said softly.
“You’re worth staring at.”
I kissed her as I started moving—slow, deep strokes that made her gasp into my mouth. She was so sensitive now that every thrust seemed to send shockwaves through her body.
“Is this okay?” I asked against her lips. “Not too much?”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “God, Luke. The way you feel?—”
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and sex and something uniquely Holly.
“Look at me,” she said, and when I lifted my head, her eyes were clear and intense. “I want to see your handsome face.”
