I stay still, letting her eyes dart over me, letting her decide if this is what she truly wants.
Her eyes brim with tears, but she smiles. Wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, she pulls my head down.
And I kiss her.
Our first kiss.
My first true kiss.
I want to devour her, but I let her set the pace and intensity. Our mouths move together like they’ve done this a thousand times, and a feeling of joy, rightness, and home falls over me. Right here, in my arms, is where Leeva belongs. It’s where she’s always belonged.
And now that I’ve gotten a second chance with her, I won’t let anyone tear us apart.
Her hands roam over my back, my shoulders, and my arms. My chest and my face. It’s like she needs to touch me, reassuring herself that this is real and that I’m really here.
I know the feeling.
We continue to kiss until our need for each other can no longer be denied. Both of our hands try to undo my jeans, but as I’m pulling out my thick, throbbing length, ready to push into heaven, she pulls away.
“Condom,” she says. The last fucking thing I want to do is put a barrier between us. “Or we stop.”
“I’m clean,” I reassure her, but her resolve is set. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t matter.” Her voice is firm, but there’s a quiver to it. It’s barely noticeable, but because I know her so well, it might as well have been screamed over a megaphone.
I understand what she’s leaving unsaid.
She’s terrified of getting pregnant and losing another child. We definitely need to unpack and revisit this conversation, but for now, I’ll let it go.
My pants are still on, and I reach back to pull out a condom from my pocket.
“You walk around with a pocket full of those?” There’s an edge to her words, and I recognize it for what it is. Jealousy. Which makes me want to grin my ass off.
Instead, I let my jeans fall to the floor and kick them off. Then I open the package and place the rubber on the head of my dick. Taking her hand, I guide it to me, so she rolls the condom down my length. My eyes nearly roll back into my head as she does.
“I grabbed some, knowing I was coming to see you,” I explain.
I don’t waste any time once I’m sheathed. I press closer between her thighs, widening them so I can be as close to her ashumanly possible. I’m pressing at her entrance, with one hand wrapping around her hip to pull her to me, and the other tilting her face up to mine.
Once our eyes are locked, I start to push inside her.
I’ve been inside her before. Even when I wasn’t consciously aware that it was her the first time, it was still heaven. Still unlike anything ever before.
This, though? This iseverything.
She stretches to take me; her face flushed with desire and need.
Fuck… Being inside her, while she’s aware it’s me, with her eyes locked on mine… It’s going to be the death of me.
But what a fucking way to go.
I want to praise her and tell her how much I love her. But intuitively, I know she isn’t ready for the latter, so I go with the praise.
“You’re taking all that dick so good, siren.”
The flush on her skin deepens at my dirty words. Which, of course, only edges me on. I want to corrupt all her innocence, if only during sex. I want her to embrace that kinky, depraved side she came seeking to explore when she first walked inside Hedon.
Moving in her, so deep and tight, I groan, “Fuck, you feel amazing. Your pussy was custom-made for me, Leeva.”
