Page 113 of When We Were Young

When I help him slip out of his boxer briefs, I’m eye-level with his cock, which is thick and so very hard. I’m positive I’m soaked simply from looking at him.

I lean forward and take him into my mouth. A moan pours out of me from the feel of him sliding through my lips, smooth against my tongue.

When I glance up at him, his eyes pierce me. His mouth is slightly ajar, and his breathing is shallow.

“That feels amazing, but you’ve got to stop. I won’t last if you keep going, and I have other plans for you.”

Reluctantly, I slide off his dick and swirl my tongue around the tip. Then I sit up, lick my lips, and fix my gaze on him as he watches me with an absolutely feral look.

Within a few seconds, he picks me up and slides me further up the bed, then climbs in next to me. Our lips immediately find each other, and our hands explore.

The kiss is passionate and deep, and yet, at other moments, tender and sweet. There’s no part of each other’s bodies that we don’t touch.

“I want you to come again. That was a gorgeous thing to watch.”

“I don’t think I can.” I’ve never come more than once and never during actual sex. I feel embarrassed, but he kisses my temple, then just below my ear, and I forget all about it.

“Yes, you can. Have you ever come while being fucked?” he asks in a near whisper.

Oh. My. God. I’m learning that I love it when he says things like this near my ear.

“Lots of women can’t…”

“It’s okay if that’s the case, but maybe for them it’s because they’re with someone who doesn’t know how to show how much he cares about them—loves them—by bringing pleasure to their body.”

Loves them? Is he saying he loves me?

I don’t know how much time passes, but I know I’m extremely worked up.

“Please, Holden,” I whisper near his ear.

He pulls his head back so he can see me.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

He tenderly brushes my hair out of my face, then he runs the backs of his fingers over my cheek.

I fumble in the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom, handing it to him.

Within seconds, he moves between my legs, and when I feel his cock near my entrance, I can’t contain my whimpering.

He peers at me.

I’m looking him in the eyes when he slides into my pussy. Neither of us says anything. I’m not sure we could if we tried. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. As he inches into me, the stretch is intense, but feels marvelous.

Everything is perfect.

After all these years, the man I love is finally making love to me.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Lizzie

“All right, buddy. This is it.” I smile down at Simon as we come out of our house, lock the doors, and step onto the landing leading to the back door of the bakery.

I got through my first cooking class event and now it’s opening day of the bakery. I can do this.