Page 74 of Wedding or Not

“Stop it,” I exclaim on a laugh. “I’m trying to be sexy here, and I can’t if you keep making me laugh.” I smooth my hair down and glance at my naked chest. My boobs aren’t the most impressive part of my anatomy, but they’re nicely curved with tight, rosy nipples, so I hope he likes the look of them.

“Sexy? I already told you there’s nothing in the world as sexy as you. With your clothes on and especially with them off. Laughing or not. Ella, can you not see that I’m about to embarrass myself by coming too soon because I want you so much?”

Once again, his words send a wave of emotional pleasure that almost matches my physical arousal. But all I say is “Then we better get going.”

“Oh, we’re getting going. Right now.” He grabs hold of me and turns us both over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.

It’s a skillful move, and I’m breathless and excited as I gaze up at him. “Oh. Wow.”

“Oh wow must be your highest praise. I approve.” He’s smiling as he kisses me again.

Because of our new position, I can wrap my legs around him. And I do, squeezing and grinding as our mouths work together because the impetus of my need is so strong.

Eventually Wes pulls up, gazing down at me with heat and something fond in his eyes. “Are you ready, baby?”

“I’m ready. I’m on birth control, but we can still use a condom if you⁠—”

“I’m healthy. And I haven’t had sex in… more than a year.”

“Same here.”

“Okay. Then that’s good.” He straightens up. “Should we move so we’re rightways on the bed?”

“I don’t see why. I want to have sex with you right now, Wes. Why are you stalling?”

“I don’t even know. I just want to… not disappoint you.”

“I doubt that’s going to happen.” I’m touched by the admission. “If our kisses are any indication, there’s going to be nothing to be disappointed about.”

“I appreciate your faith. But we’ll see.”

As he adjusts, I look down so I can see his groin. His erection is firm and upright—definitely not a disappointing size.

He squeezes himself a few times before he moves back to me and feels between my legs with his hand. I’m wet. Plenty wet. There won’t be a problem with that. Then he lines himself up at my entrance.

I bend my knees and part my thighs even farther. Then I gasp when he starts to push in.

It has been a while since I’ve had sex, and I feel kind of tight. But I make myself relax, and he goes in and out a couple of times until he’s at the best angle for sliding all the way in.

We’re both gasping when he’s fully inside me. I shift slightly, and so does he. He’s straightened his arms so he’s holding himself off me until we adjust to the penetration.

“How is it?” he asks at last, soft and thick.

“It’s good.” I’m telling him the truth. It’s tight right now, but I love the feel of him inside me like this. The closeness of it. The intimacy. “This is definitely going to work.”

“I think so too. Just give me a minute to pull it together so I don’t come in about two seconds.”

That makes me giggle, but at his warning look, I control the shaking.

The truth is I’d rather him not come prematurely if there’s a choice in the matter.

It takes less than a minute for Wes to be ready. Then he changes his position so he can get better leverage. He pulls his hips back and thrusts into me.

I inhale sharply.

He’s watching me, looking for my responses, as he thrusts again.

It feels so good I arch up slightly and gasp again.