One hand fisting the blankets to ground me, the other gripping her hip so I set the pace, I clench my teeth until I’m buried inside her, then still until I’m in control again.
Stephanie shivers beneath me, her walls gripping me like a vise as she breathes heavily, each gasp cool and refreshing as it washes across my skin.
“You okay?” I rasp, my voice ragged with the effort it takes to hold on to my load.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her fingers pressing into the muscles of my back like she’s clinging to that belief. “You’re just so… big,” she breathes.
My cock throbs in response—as if taking the observation as a compliment, though I’m worried I might be hurting her.
“We can stop,” I say, my body screaming for me to shut the hell up as soon as the words leave my mouth.
“No, I–I want this,” she says, her green eyes intense and full of longing when I meet them.
Nodding, I lean in to brush my lips against hers. “We’ll go slow,” I promise, though how I’m supposed to take my time with her when she feels this incredible, I don’t know.
Stephanie’s breath rushes from her, and her head lifts off the bed, chasing me as she deepens the kiss.
God, she’s as sensual and eager as ever, and when I roll my hips, slowly rocking inside her, she responds with a greedy kind of need that lights me on fire.
I never anticipated taking things this far on our second first date.
When I’d originally started dating Stephanie, a decade ago, we took things slow, and while I was no virgin at the time, she was, so we didn’t have sex for months at the start of our relationship.
But tonight, something deep and subconscious seems to be driving us, and after eight years of longing for her, wishing more than anything that I could hold her again, I just can’t seem to stop myself.
It’s even better than I remembered—the feel of her soft skin brushing against mine, the warmth of her body arching beneathme, her legs wrapped around me as she takes me deep inside herself.
And as I rock, each thrust long and slow and penetrating, it feels so passionate and intense, my love for Stephanie threatens to overwhelm my emotions.
I’m not going to last long.
And I know it wouldn’t matter how long it’s been since I’ve had a woman.
Even if I haven’t so much as looked at anyone else since Stephanie burst back into my life.
This. Here. With her.
It’s the most raw, intense connection I’ve ever felt.
I can hardly believe I’m holding her in my arms again, kissing those soft, full lips.
I can feel her pleasure growing, hear the familiar swell of her moans as she nears climax.
It’s the sexiest sound in the universe.
And it’s going to push me right over the edge.
“Damn it, I’m going to come,” I groan, frustration coursing through me at my inability to draw out her pleasure.
We can always go again.
But after eight years of thinking about this moment, I wanted to leave her screaming my name… not wishing I had let her finish.
Stephanie gasps, her nails biting into my skin as she clings to me, her thighs tightening around my hips. “Oh God, please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
Christ, I love it when she begs.
Heat hammers through my veins, my cock so swollen, it’s ready to burst, and I groan as I bury my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.
