I roll on the condom and brace myself over her.
I expect my entrance to take a while based on Haley’s reaction to my size and how long she said it had been since she’d had sex.
So when I slide in effortlessly, I freeze. This feels…effortless.
Perfect.
Like I’ve never felt before with anyone.
I fight back the feeling of anxiety hitting me at the awareness that having sex with Haley—no matter what we promised each other—is never going to be casual for me. Which means that, when I let her go at the end of our trip, it’s going to hurt.
“Are you okay?”
I nod at her question. “Are you?”
She grips my back and moans. “Better than okay.”
“Take a second to adjust.”
I mean that more than just for her.
I watch her take a deep breath in and out and try to calm my own pulse, which is racing with need.
“You can move now.” She wraps her legs around my waist.
And I start moving.
I drive in and out of her slowly at first, but then desire takes over, and my movements grow choppy.
Haley holds onto me like a life raft, her moans growing louder and louder.
“I’m not going to last,” I say in apology as my thrusts get more out of control.
I needn’t have worried.
Haley grips me like a vice as she goes over the edge.
I follow her, burying my face in her neck.
“Holy. Fuck.” I raise my head to look at her.
Her beautiful blue eyes are still unfocused with lust. She blinks and smiles at me.
“Amazing.”
I couldn’t agree more. I hug her close to me.
“You’re shaking.” She puts her hand on my cheek.
I don’t want to freak her out by telling her what this means to me.
That Cathy was the only woman I slept with after my dad died.
My sense of trust was obliterated with his death.
Him dying was bad enough.
Him being murdered was another thing entirely.
