My eyes cross.
She pushes at my trousers, and I lift my hips so that she can fully push them down.
“Oh, heispretty,” she whispers. “I like him.”
“He likes you too,” I manage to force out. “Very much.”
“Does he have a nickname?”
“No.”
“That’s a terrible nickname, Simon.”
I’m on the edge of losing control. She’s still in her lacy undergarments. And that teasing smile coaxing a laugh out of me—this isn’t happiness.
It’s more.
It’s radiant joy. It’s peace. It’s finding where I belong in a world where I didn’t even realize I was always on the sidelines, looking in.
I cradle her face and draw it to mine to kiss her, long and slow and deep, until she’s shimmying out of her thong and pushing me further back onto the table, then straddling me with a hurried desperation, her knees on either side of my hips on the table.
I barely remember to dig out a condom and roll it on before she’s sliding her hot, wet, silky core down on me.
Next time.
Next time, I will take this bra off her with my teeth.
This time, I barely have the control to unhook the clasp.
The cups fall away, and I cradle her breasts in my hands while she rides me, still kissing me, rotating her hips in a magical way that has me uncertain if I’ll ever see straight again.
“You—amazing,” I whisper against her lips.
“I missed you,” she whispers back.
“Dreaming about this—every night.”
“It’s getting very obvious what I’m doing in the shower every morning.”
The image of this beautiful body, wet and soapy, with Bea touching herself while thinking of me—“Bea…”
Her shoulders shudder. “This is so much better—than my fingers?—”
“I’d love to watch you with your fingers.”
I shift one hand lower, between us, to press my thumb to her clit, and clearly she’s as close as I am, because her breath catches, and her eyelids lower, and her entire body trembles. “Simon?—”
“Come for me, love. Let me watch you come.”
A gasp wrenches from her core as her inner walls tighten around my cock. Her hips still, pressing down hard onto me as her climax overtakes her.
But she doesn’t look away.
She stares into my soul as I join her in tipping over the precipice and into a deep, endless abyss of nothing but sheer pleasure.
I strain into my release, panting for breath while she cries my name, still holding my gaze, fearless and beautiful in her orgasm.
Fully sharing it with me.
