When I fall off him, panting, he gets up on his elbow, wiping his hand over his mouth. I’m worried he’s going to be frowning when he removes his fingers, but he’s grinning so hard I laugh.
“Okay,” I say. “I want more.”
I know he’s not going to last if we take it slow. Plus, some part of me knows we don’t have all the time in the world. So I reach down, into his shorts. His erection is so hard it has to hurt.
When I grip it in my hand Clint looks like he might pass out. I let go to sign, “Stop?”
He shakes his head vigorously.
I get off him just long enough to slip his shorts off. He’s thick and long, and I throb with the need to feel him.
I wish I had more time. I wish I could teach him everything there is to know. I think about how he tended to his roses, with deft fingers and perfect, gentle skill. How he must have perfected everything he does with time and patience.
But we only have this moment, so I press him back onto the bed.
“I haven’t slept with anyone except Jeff in the past few years,” I say. I’ve been tested, and I’m on birth control. So…this is not smart, what we’re going to do, but it’s relatively safe, especially considering he’s never been with anyone.
“Keep going?” I sign.
He nods.
I reach back and grasp his length. He lifts his hands up, not reaching for my breasts like I thought he might, but for my face. He looks into my eyes as I guide him to me. And when I notch him at my entrance, he looks me in the eye and says my name.
“Maggie,”he says, like it’s not the first time. Like my name has always lived on the tip of his tongue.
I slide down his length, and his eyes open with wonder, his mouth going slack. He feels sofuckinggood. My face does the same thing.
“Oh my God, Clint,” I say, stunned at how perfectly we fit. It feels so natural. Like we’re the first two people on earth discovering this for the first time.
I lift up, and Clint’s hands glide down to my hips, pulling me gently onto him, lifting his hips to meet me until he’s in to the hilt.
The breath that comes out of him is primal. Sweat sheens across his forehead, and I can tell he’s holding back.
I brush his hair back from his face as I lift off him and slide down again. Soon we find a rhythm, and the whole time, he doesn’t take his eyes from mine. Heat builds quickly, but I know myself, and I know I won’t come again unless I touch myself too, so I bring my hand down between us, my fingers gliding over my clit. I press my other hand on his chest, closing my eyes as I feel the pressure build.
Then I feel his hand lifting mine away, and I look down to see his thumb pressing where my fingers just were, mimicking my strokes.
Heisa fast learner. He gives me just the right amount of pressure.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I say.
He smiles a big, broad, glorious smile.
I laugh, loving that smile almost more than what we’re doing.
But when I rock against him, he strains hard. He’s trying hard not to come. He furrows his brow with concentration.
“Faster,” I whisper, touching his hand, and he complies, increasing the speed of his thumb as I increase the speed of my thrusting hips.
That’s all it takes. Between the sensation of him gliding into my body hard and fast and his thumb working my clit, I come almost violently, crying out loud, my body shaking, my hand on his wrist to make sure he doesn’t let go.
I open my eyes.
He looks like he’s holding up the whole world.
“Come, Clint,” I say, breathless. “Come right now. Inside me.”
With great relief on his features, he does, with the same intensity as I just did. His jaw pops, his teeth clenched together, his whole body tense as he explodes into me. I feel all of it, and using his fingers on my clit, I come again too, this one deep and low, like an aftershock.
