I try rolling off, give my hand room between us, but her legs are like a vise.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I say.
She bites her lip, a wicked gleam in her eye. “You told me you’re clean . . .”
Time stops. During the blizzard, I told her I was clean, an off-hand comment to give her peace ofmind.
“That’s true,” I say.
Her nails scrape down my neck. “I’m clean, too. And I’m on birth control.”
But blood surges to my cock at her implication. “I’m going to need you to be more explicit, honey.”
She rocks her hips, shudders, and pulls my face down to hers. “I want you to come inside me, Sawyer. No barriers.”
My hips jerk involuntarily, making her laugh.
I press my forehead against hers. “I love when you talk dirty.”
But it’s more than that. It’s the meaning behind her words, the trust.
Her cheeks turn pink, and I love that too.
We’re in no hurry. We undress each other slowly. I take my time caressing, teasing, kissing, drinking in her reactions, savoring every sound. When the duvet’s thrown off the bed and we’re naked, lying side-by-side tangled in each other’s warmth, it feels like it did during the snowstorm. Like we’re the only two people on Earth. I could gaze into her eyes for an eternity, memorizing every detail, and it still wouldn’t be enough. We’ve been naked before, but not like this, armor set aside. Brie isn’t holding anything back. Just when I thought I couldn’t love her any more, my love for her grows.
I grip her thigh, pulling it up to my hip. “You’re so soft.”
She drags her hand over my chest, a corner of her mouth tilting up. “You’re so hard.”
My hand trails toward her warm center. I cup her gently, groaning at the feel of her. “You’re so wet.”
Her fingers blaze a path downward, finding my cock with her silky palm. She grips me loosely and pumps upward before focusing on the head and spreading my precum over the crown. She gets a goofy grin and says, “You’re so wet.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and I crush my mouth to hersmiling one. It only takes a second before she’s kissing back in earnest. She tightens her hold on my cock and gives me shallow strokes, making my laugh die in my throat, replaced by a low, animalistic groan.
I never dreamed I could have all of Brie like this, where she’s sweet and funny and sexy all at the same time. Her complete self.
This is what it means to make love, to be with the right person.
As if she can read my mind, Brie says, “It’s real. This is love.”
I shake my head and begin rubbing tight, slow circles over her clit. “I can’t believe how lucky I am right now.”
“I’m the lucky—ooh.” Her sentence is interrupted by her own moan when I slide a finger inside, hitting her G-spot. There’s no resistance.
“Jesus, I love that you’re ready for me.”
“Always,” she breathes.
“This is new for me,” I say. “I’ve never gone without a condom before.”
“Same,” she says.
Wonder courses through me, that she wants this withme. It hits me all over again, how incredible and rare a love like this is, how we almost missed it.
I ease my finger out and line myself up at her entrance. “Good?”
“Yes.” She’s impatient now, and affection burns in my chest. I rub the head of my cock over her, teasing her clit. “Sawyer.”
