times like this, when he wanted her so badly, he burned from it, but she told him she loved him with or without finesse. It was a good thing, because tonight he needed her as much as he wanted her, craving the connection he found only with her. That connection soothed and comforted him on days like this, when the enormity of his mother’s illness was too much to bear.
“Yes, Alex,” she said on a sigh. “Right there.”
He knew exactly where to touch her, how to make her scream from the pleasure they found together. Waiting until she was right on the verge of release, he withdrew from her only long enough to free his hard cock from his shorts and plunge into her, which sent her flying.
Somehow he managed to hold on through her release as sweat rolled down his face and burned his eyes. Or maybe those were tears. What did it matter, he wondered, as he pumped into the woman he loved more than anything or anyone. Where would he be by now in this situation without her to keep him sane, to fill his life with joy and love, to light the darkness?
“Jenny…”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek and then his lips. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
“Love you so much.”
“Love you more.”
He shook his head, his fingers digging into the dense flesh of her ass as he pounded into her. His sweat mixed with hers as they moved together with the practiced ease that came from years together. He’d never had that ease with anyone else. “It’s so fucking hot.”
“Mmm, sure is.”
“I meant the temperature, but this is pretty hot, too.”
Jenny smiled. “‘Hot’ is the word of the day.”
Alex slowed his pace, lifting her and letting her slide down the length of him repeatedly until her head fell back, connecting with the door with a loud thunk. “Ouch. Are you okay?”
“Very okay. Don’t stop.”
The need he heard in those few words lit a new fire in him, and when he reached between them to coax her over the finish line, he was right there with her, surging into her as he came with a groan. When he’d recovered enough to be sure his legs would hold their weight, he said, “Hold on to me.”
Her head was on his shoulder, her arms looped around his neck. “Holding on.”
Alex kept a tight hold on her as he lifted her off the door, stepped out of his shorts and walked them to the sofa, where he came down on top of her while maintaining their connection.
“Fancy,” she said, smiling up at him.
“You liked that?”
She pushed the sweaty hair back from his forehead. “I like it all.”
“Thanks for being there for me today.”
“I’m here for you every day, not just the good ones.”
“Thank God for that. I never would’ve survived this situation with my mother without you here to keep me sane.”
“Yes, you would have.”
He shook his head. “No way. You’re the secret to my success. You and George.”
“We love you.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed her softly, intending it to be a quick one, until her mouth opened to his tongue, and suddenly, round two was underway. That’s how it always was between them. They could never seem to get enough of each other. He was thankful every day that he’d gone to the lighthouse to mow the lawn and had been pelted by her tomatoes. She’d been so mad at him for waking her up at the crack of dawn.
“What’re you thinking?” she asked, gazing up at him with eyes that looked at him only with love. Well, except for when he irritated her, often on purpose, because that was fun, too. Everything was fun with her.
“I’m thinking about the tomatoes,” he said as he moved slowly in her. “You have no idea what you saved me from by throwing tomatoes at me.”
“I do know. I was right there with you in the pits of despair.”
He put his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “Everything was better after I found you.”
“For me, too.”
“Even days like today.”
Jenny wrapped her arms around him and held on tight to him as they moved together like dancers in perfect harmony. “Especially days like today.”
He held on tighter to her and took them on a sweet, sensual ride that ended in gasps of pleasure that echoed through the room. They were a sweaty mess, but he felt better than he had when he got home. “Thank you