Her eyes met mine.
“Come here,” she whispered, her hands grabbing at me.
I crawled over her, my cock, painfully hard, dangling above her stomach.
She was so beautiful, sated, satisfied under the moonlight.
I’ddone that.
And I would do it every day for the rest of my life if she’d let me.
I lowered down…
“Wait.”
I pulled back.
“Wait…” she whispered.
“What?”
Her tongue darted over her lips, her brows crinkled in a look that resembled concern. You want to know the crazy thing? At that moment, my response wasn’t disappointment or anger that she was possibly pulling the plug on sex, it was that I was so damn glad I’d already satisfied her, if we were done.
Mind-blowing, that was.
“It’s okay. What? You can tell me anything.” I whispered. “Say it. What?”
“It’s been… It’s been awhile.”
I blinked.
“… Since I’ve had sex.”
“How long?”
“Six years.”
My brows popped.
She snorted. “Gee, thanks.”
“No… no, I didn’t mean… it’s just surprising.”
“I know.”
“We don’t have to…”
“No, Jagg,” she threaded her fingers through my hair. “There’s nothing more that I want right now. Please. I want you. Just… be slow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She gripped my hair. “Fuck me, Jagg. Take me.”
I lowered down, repositioning my tip against her opening.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I whispered. “I’ll stop.”
She nodded, closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me.
