Oh god!
Even though I was basically a born-again virgin, I knew about safe sex.And I had absolutely no hormonal birth control in my body.Because why would I?My periods were relatively normal, and I hadn’t had sex in over ten years.And had no inclination to until a week or so ago.While it took us longer to conceive Sam, that didn’t necessarily mean it had something to do withme.I could be a Fertile Myrtle.
“Where’d you go again?”he asked.
“Do you have condoms?I don’t have an IUD or … I’m not on birth control.And I don’t have condoms.Oh god.”
“Danica,” he said patiently as I started to freak out.Mostly because without any birth control I worried that we’d decide to stop, and I absolutely did not want to stop.“I had a vasectomy when I turned forty-five.I didn’t think I’d find someone again, and forty-five—in my personal opinion—is too old to start a new family.I have not been with another woman since Erin.I am clean.”
“And I haven’t been with anybody since Rufus.And I made sure to get tested after I left him.I’m clean too.”
“So we can … how you say,raw dogit and be fine.Si?”
That made me snort.“You sure know how to be romantic, huh?”
“I will do and say anything I can to help you relax and get out of your head.Today is for you.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I wedged my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs again and wrapped my hand around his cock.He moaned a little, and that made me smile.
“I want to feel what it’ssupposedto be like.Please.”
With a single head bob of a nod, he kicked out of his jeans and climbed back on the bed, covering me, his arms on either side of my shoulders as he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me like a starved man getting his first taste of bread after two weeks roaming the desert.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I raked my nails down the sides of his back, loving the shiver he gave, and the way his kisses deepened.His cock pressed hard and eager against my pubic bone, and I spread my legs wider for him.
When my fingers grazed the top of his boxers, I pushed them down, desperate to get him free and inside me.
He took the cue and sat back on his heels, pulling his boxer shorts down.I gaped a little at the size when his cockthwackedagainst his belly, another dewy bead of precum on the tip.
Did I dare do what I ached to?
With one hand on his thigh, I held him there, hinged forward, and flicked my tongue over the dark-purple crown.He sucked in a breath.
It was salty, and definitely not the best tasting thing, but it wasn’t terrible either.
With a soft growl, he cupped the side of my face with one hand and kissed me hard, passionately, and with less “care” for my comfort than before.And I liked it.I liked the more aggressive side, to be honest.It was raw and possessive and made me feel desired.He could no longer contain his composure, and like a wild animal, just had to have me.
He eased me onto my back again, and I spread my legs, bending my knees and planting my feet on the bed.Reaching between us with his free hand, and not breaking the kiss, he notched the head of his cock at my center.
Then he pulled his lips from mine and stared down into my eyes.
“You still want this?”he asked.
The softness and care in his gaze rendered me speechless.So all I could do was nod, but it was a nod of pure conviction.Of pure need.Of uncompromised desire.
“Relax,bella.”Then he gently, languidly inched his way forward and inside of me.
I might be a born-again or whatever, but in reality, I wasn’t a virgin.However, Rufus certainly wasn’t as big as Tom, nor had he been as gentle, or taken the time to turn me on in advance.
All I felt, as Tom inched forward with patience and compassion, was good.Better than good.I felt incredible.The stretch as he filled me up was incredible.My throat grew tight with emotion from justhowgood it felt.Then, when he stopped because he couldn’t go any further, he brushed the hair off my face and lifted up onto his hands.“Okay?”
I nodded even more fervently.“Better than okay.”
That made him smile.“Snug fit,bella.Won’t last long, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t care.This feels so good.Just … just …” I blinked through the sudden rush of tears, and the way he looked at me, in utter panic, was enough to make me wrap my arms around him in a bear hug.“I’m not sad.These are tears of joy.Don’t stop.Please, don’t stop.”
“Danica,” he said softly.“Let go.”
