Page 36 of Never Too Late

“In a minute,” he growled.

I didn’t have a minute. I was sure something would happen and it would wake me up from this dream.

I shoved my hand between our bodies, found the buttons of his jeans, and pulled. The satisfying sound of them popping open just made my already painful throb excruciating.

“Sophie.” He squeezed me one last time before he pulled my now braless breast in his mouth. As exquisite as it felt, I didn’t allow the feeling to deter me from my focus and I put my hands in his jeans and felt him.

He was hard. And he felt even bigger than I remember he was.

“Dylan, please,” I mewled when he gave a big pull on my nipple.

He must’ve heard the agonizing need in my voice because he lifted his head, looked at my face and grunted, “Jesus.”

“I need you, honey,” I whispered, again.

His hands went between us, they pushed mine away, and not even a minute later he was inside me.

I hadn’t had a man in a while.

I hadn’t had Dylan in seventeen years.

He was big, the stretching kind of stung, but I welcomed it.

Cherished it.

Pushing my hands under his shirt, my palms felt his hot skin. “Dylan?” I moaned my question just to be sure this wasn’t some kind of dream.

“Here, baby,” he whispered, his eyes roaming my face.

He began to move. Slowly at first but quickly, he gained momentum.

“Dylan,” I moaned again.

“Right here, baby,” he repeated almost as if he knew I needed it.

As his thrust became more in power and in speed, so did my peak become more and more in my reach.

“Dylan,” I gasped.

“Sophie, I’m here,” he grunted between thrusts, but I was too gone to say anything back. Not even to repeat his name.

My eyes closed, my muscles spasmed, and a million multi-colored stars burst in my mind’s eye as I climaxed.

“Christ.” I could hear Dylan almost bark.

I pushed up to his ear and still in the clutches of the best orgasm I had in over a decade, I whispered the truth that defined me, “I love you.”

“Christ,” Dylan moaned as if he was in pain.

Five seconds later he growled, “Sophie, baby,” and collapsed on top of me.

It was a weight I loved.

The sensation of having his body on top of me finally allowed me, for the first time after he left me, to relax.

And five seconds after I heard him whisper in my neck, “I love you, too,” I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was alone on the couch, a blanket thrown over my naked body and the house was dark.