“Ditto.” She reaches up and runs her short nails along my scalp, tipping my head so she can look into my eyes. “You’re taking your time because that’s what you think I need, but it’s not. Take me, Ace.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice, so I back her onto the bed. Since there’s barely any room around it, it only takes one step and I follow her down, holding myself up on one elbow as I hover over her. I reach out and gently circle one nipple with my thumb, watching it harden again instantly.
“Does that make you hot?” I ask.
“Oh yeah.”
I slide my hand between her legs and find that her panties are drenched. “You’re very wet.”
“I am.” Her eyes meet mine and they’re filled with so much anticipation it accelerates my own.
I fumble with my clothes, pulling off my bottoms and realizing I no longer carry a condom in my wallet like I did when I was younger.
“Shit.” I collapse against her.
“What is it?” she asks worriedly.
“I don’t carry condoms anymore.”
“That’s okay. I have an IUD. And I’m not worried about diseases unless you are.”
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her again, cupping her mound and reveling in the way it pulses against my hand.
She’s so ready and I haven’t even seen her completely naked yet. This is going to be so good I momentarily wonder what to do next. Kiss her some more? Play with those gorgeous breasts and watch them harden for me? Lick that sweet pussy? Or make love to her, the one thing I’ve wanted to do for ten damn years.
I slide my thumbs into the band of her panties and pull them down with less finesse than I would have liked, but I’m starting to lose control because I need her right fucking now.
And, holy hell, we’re going to do this bare.
My beautiful Shannon trusts me, doesn’t appear even the slightest bit concerned, which blows my mind all over again.
I’m healthy, of course. I use condoms religiously, but I don’t indulge in impulsive sex anymore, so I always have time to stop and get what I need when the occasion arises.
With Shannon, all the rules fly right out the window.
The light-colored curls between her legs are damp from her arousal and I long to put my tongue there, but that will come later. Right now, I use the fingers of one hand to spread her open and the other to press a finger inside her. She clenches around me, drawing me in deeper as a low, sexy moan escapes her.
“That’s it, baby.” I start to fuck her with my fingers, preparing her for my cock. Her legs shake a little as I settle between them, and I briefly wonder how bad the sex with her ex was. Well, after tonight, she won’t remember sex with anyone else. I want to be the only man in her life, for the rest of her life, and nothing in either of our pasts matters.
My fingers slide through her folds until I find her clit, coaxing it out of its little hood.
“Next time, it’s going to be my tongue instead of my finger,” I whisper, tracing little circles around it. “And when you come, it’s going to be all over my face.”
“Ace!” Her hips arch up, whether from my touch or just the idea of me going down on her, I’m not sure.
“Are you ready?” I ask, gliding the head of my cock between her legs, letting it move through the wetness there.
“God, yes.” She digs her fingers into my back, pulling me closer.
I push into her, watching as her mouth opens a little and her eyes close. She’s so damn tight, almost like a virgin, except there’s no resistance. She’s panting as I move, her chest rising and falling.
“Too much?” I ask, pausing.
“It’s been a long time for me and you’re…bigger than I’m used to.”
“Okay. We’ll go slow.” I pause, reaching out to cradle her head with one hand, and leaning down to capture her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. I coax a response from her and when her tongue is wrapped up in mine, soft whimpers coming from deep in her chest, I press deeper. She tenses, so I ease back, allowing her time to adjust.
Her eyes open and she gives me the tiniest smile, her body beginning to relax. I start to move again, advancing a little and then pulling back, letting her get used to how it feels for me to fill her.
