“What’s wrong?”
I sat back on my heels, ignoring the obscene hard-on trying to force its way out of my sweatpants. Running a hand down my face, I said, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“What?” she asked again, this time with a biting edge to the word.
“Didn’t exactly see this comin’…” I braced myself above her once again, trying to ignore the sight of her naked beneath me, her legs spread wide, her tits pointed directly toward my mouth. Except there was no ignoring any of it, and my cock twitched, brushing against her as it did so. “Ignore that.”
“Don’t think I can.” She hooked her legs around me again, pulling me down until my cock nestled perfectly against her.
“Fuck, you’re killin’ me,” I said on a groan. “I want inside you.”
She tugged my head down toward her and nipped my ear. “So, get inside me. I got tested last month, and I’m clear.”
Normally, I wouldn’t even consider going bareback—I’d never once had sex without a condom—but this wasn’t some random bed partner I was spending the night with. And I’d never been this tempted by a woman. “Me, too. You still have your IUD?”
“Mhmm,” she said, a sinful smile curving her lips as she ran her nails up my scalp.
I’d never trust anyone else at their word with something as important as this, but she wasn’t just anyone. This was Nat. My best friend.
Now, my wife.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” she asked even as she hooked her feet into my waistband and started shoving my sweatpants down my hips.
“You’re good at that.”
“If that’s all it takes to impress you, I’m about to blow your mind.”
I breathed out a laugh and shook my head. “Never had a doubt.”
After kicking off my pants, I hovered over her, blinking through a dozen different ways I wanted to fuck her, before finally settling right back between her legs. I wanted her to ride me, wanted to bend her over the bed, wanted to pin her to the wall and not stop until I could no longer hold us up.
But more than any of that, for our first time, I wanted to feel every inch of her. Kiss her and stare into her eyes when she came undone beneath me.
My breath caught as I slid my cock through her wetness, my muscles trembling as I held back. “Still sure?”
“What did I say?” She reached between us and gripped me, stroking twice before notching my cock at her entrance.
I slipped inside, just an inch, and my breath caught at the tight fist of her pussy. “Fuck,” I breathed, bracing my forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re not gonna regret this in the mornin’.”
Her eyes softened as much as I’d ever seen, and she slid her hands around my neck, catching my mouth with hers. She parted her lips immediately, our tongues twisting as I clenched my ass to keep from driving deep.
“I could never regret you, Ash.” She nipped my lower lip. “Now finish provin’ me wrong.”
Groaning, I pushed forward, sliding into her in one deep thrust. She gasped as she stared up at me with something that looked an awful lot like awe. With every thrust of my hips, every slide deep inside, I lost myself in her. In the feel of her body beneath me, surrounding me. In her gasps of pleasure, her whispered cries of my name.
I knew her a thousand different ways, but I’d never known this.
“Christ, why is this so good?” I asked, pulling out before sliding back inside, taking her slow and deep.
“So fucking good,” she echoed, her eyes rolling back at my next thrust.
I palmed the outside of her thigh, hooking her leg higher, adjusting the angle enough to allow me to slide even deeper. I ran my hand over the flare of her hips, up the curve of her waist. Cupped a breast and sucked the tip into my mouth while she rolled her hips up to meet each of my thrusts.
“I take back everything,” she said through panting breaths. “Stacey was a liar.”
I breathed out a laugh, then groaned when her pussy rippled around me, squeezing tight. “Fuck. I’m close.”
“Wait for me.” Her hand disappeared between us, the back of it running along my clenched abs. And then she was touching herself, and I was going out of my goddamn mind, my resolve dust at my feet.
