“Hey, are you okay?” He cradles my cheek. “Because if this is going too fast, just say the word and I?—”
“No. I want this. I want you.” I grab his hands and link my fingers with his. “It’s just… I haven’t done this in a while.”
He nods, in understanding, waiting and listening.
“And, I don’t bring men back to my place. I… I just—I just…I?—”
“Hey.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, the tip of my nose, the side of my lips. “It’s going to be okay. Whatever you want or don’t want. You call the shots.”
Somehow, his words light a fire in my belly, burning off the fear.
“Come here,” I say, releasing his hands to slide mine up his chest and tug him closer.
We kiss again. Tongues dueling, mouths moving against each other. Just kissing like we have all the time in the world.
At some point, we move to my bed. We lie next to each other, kissing like we’re still two kids in high school making out while their parents are at work.
But as the clothes start to come off, as my hands explore his body, I’m keenly aware that we aren’t in high school anymore.
Especially when I’m laid bare and flat on my back, and I watch as he lowers himself between my knees. His mouth inching closer and closer to my core.
When he slides his tongue across my seam, I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
As his mouth works at my pussy, fueling the fire burning in my belly, the whiskers of his beard tease my thighs filling me with the urge to laugh along with scream.
One of his hands slides up to cup my breast, massaging it in his calloused palms. He slides a finger over the nipple, making it pucker. The other hand caresses my hips. They’re covered in stretch marks now, unlike when we were younger. I’m curvier too.
And I feel gorgeous.
Powerful.
Desired.
It all guides me higher and higher, to a peak unlike any I’ve ever reached before.
“You taste so good,” he whispers against me, stroking my clit. “I could do this forever.”
The thought of him doing just that is enough to push me over the edge. The pleasure pulses through me, carrying on and on, until he wrings every last drop out of me.
I’m left panting and quaking as he leans back on his heels. He rips open a foil wrapper. I open my eyes in time to see him pump his thick cock in his fist before gliding the condom down it.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says. “Especially after you come.”
I don’t know what to say to that. Instead, I pull him down on top of me. Wrapping my legs around him, and guiding his shaft inside of me so we can find pleasure again. Together.
As he fills me over and over again, I remember what he said moments ago. About how he could do this forever.
I know what he means.
I want him to fuck me—to fuck him—until neither of us can walk again.
Later—how much later I’m not sure—I’m stretched out against him , my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow from a sprint to something steady and deep.
The room is dim except for the lamp in the corner. I feel undone in the best and worst possible ways.
Dane brushes his thumb along my arm absentmindedly, tracing slow patterns like he isn’t even aware he’s doing it.
That scares me more than anything else tonight.
