26
“UH…” I VENTURE, SUDDENLY NERVOUS. “With these other women, are you always careful… you know…”
He grins. “Always. I’m not stupid,” he says, a little touchy. “I’m clean.”
“I’m sorry,” I’m quick to say as he starts to pull away. I tug at his arm, pulling him back to me. “I’m on the pill.”
He studies me curiously, not quite sure what I’m saying.
I pull him closer. “I want you inside me like this,” I tell him. “Nothing separating us.”
His face lights up. “You sure? I don’t mind at all—”
I press a finger to his lips. “We’re making love, remember?” I tease.
“We are.”
He presses his lips to mine softly, and as I get lost in his kiss, I guide him and he slowly sinks into me. I love the feel of him inside me. This feels quite different than the times before. That was driven by arousal, pure raw sex. This is sweeter, deeper, and more emotional. We look into each other’s eyes as he presses gently into me, words unspoken. I study him as his eyes soften, as his mouth parts wider as his breath grows ragged. He presses into me, harder and deeper, and it feels so damn good. I watch him intently as he reaches the edge – he’s beautiful to watch. I don’t get there this time, still too raw from the orgasm he’s just given me.
His breathing evens out slowly as he settles down and lies against me. He trails a hand along the curve of my body. “Can I touch you again?” he asks. “Kiss you?”
I smile. “No, I’m good.”
He pulls gently out of me, and cuddles against me close. “I’m all for freezers and swings, but this was even better,” he says. “When we were together a long time ago, this was all I could think about… the two of us in bed like this.”
“I’m sorry I was such a tease back then,” I tell him. “I just wasn’t ready.”
He props himself up on his elbow. “Don’t you dare apologize for that,” he says. “You weren’t ready and I’m glad we never went there. I would have hated to hurt you like that.”
I smile up at him. “I kind of wish my first time had been with you, though.”
He lies down next to me again. “Who was it with? Parker?”
I laugh. “Yes, it was with Peter.”
“Was it good?”
“It was fine.”
“Fine.” He laughs. “You deserve better than fine, Freckles.”
“Well, it did eventually get better.”
“How good did it get?”
I bite my lip. “You ask too many questions.” I want to throw a pillow at him but they’re all on the floor.
“Uh huh…”
“It never got as good as this, if that’s what you want to know.”
He grins. “Well, I’m not gonna lie… that makes me happy.”
I laugh. “So um… I thought you were going to make love to meall night long… your words.” I check my watch, the Bulova Peter bought me. “It’s only eight-thirty.”
A wicked smile slowly traces his lips. “I’ll be ready to go again in no time. How about you?”
I bite my lip. “Well, I was planning on enjoying a nice bath,” I tell him. “I suppose you could tag along. That huge soaker tub is perfect for couples. ”
