a long time, and I want you so bad it hurts.” She wasn’t hiding anything from him now, wasn’t about to act as though she didn’t need everything he would give her, not only because she hadn’t had a man in a year, but because she hadn’t had him.
He leaned over her and kissed her, while his thumb moved over her clitoris, and his fingers dipped into her center. “It has been a long time,” he said, “which is why I don’t want to go too fast, Babette. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me get you ready for me.”
She knew what he was talking about. Jeff was no little man, but she was ready, had never been more ready. “Please, Jeff.”
“As soon as you come, the first time,” he said easily, his thumb and fingers moving rhythmically as he worked toward making that happen.
It didn’t take long. Babette felt that building sensation, the press of a beckoning release, stirring deep within her, then he increased the friction, circling his thumb madly, while his fingers pushed inside.
“That’s it, honey, you’re almost there,” he said against her ear, and Babette’s stomach dipped in, her breath caught in her throat, and a hard, overwhelming climax claimed her completely, taking control, causing her to scream. And when she screamed, she screamed his name.
Her post-orgasm bliss was heightened even more when moonlight glinted off the foil packet in Jeff’s hand. It’d been a long time since she’d had him inside her, but finally, finally, her dream was becoming reality. Without wasting time, he opened the packet and slid the condom down his length, then he moved above her, eased the head of his penis to her opening, still convulsing from the power of her orgasm, and guided the tip inside.
She pushed her hips forward, eager to have him where she wanted him. “Don’t make me wait anymore. It’s been too long. I’ve wanted you, for so long.”
He kissed her, his mouth caressing hers while his hard length pressed inside, deeper and deeper, slowly pushing all the way in, while Babette felt her inner muscles stretching around him. His sweet kisses continued, his tongue exploring her mouth, brushing against her teeth, stroking her tongue, while his penis stroked her center, and while another spiraling sensation stirred within her.
He pushed in, then withdrew, pushed in, withdrew, and each time, Babette would swear that he was as far as he could go, all the way to the hilt, but then he’d give her more, and he captured her gasps of surprise and delight with his mouth.
The rhythm became faster, the sounds of their lovemaking combining with the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. He broke the kiss and rose above her, bracing his hands on the headboard while his hips continued steadily thrusting, the tempo increasing, while Babette’s imminent climax was also building, increasing, preparing to soar.
“Look at us,” he said. “Look at us, Babette.”
She followed his gaze to their joining, at his impressive length, retreating from her, long and hard and slick, then she watched him slowly push back in, all the way in, until there was nothing between them at all. They were together, completely. They were one.
Three more thrusts, and she couldn’t control her response to watching them make love. This climax was even harder, even more powerful, causing her to tremble with the sheer force of it taking control. Her head thrashed on the pillow, and her mouth said what her soul was singing.
“I love you, Jeff. I always—always—have.”
He thrust deep, his passionate growl of release dominating the night, while Babette took it all in, the man she loved losing control with her, because of her, for her.
Chapter 18
Babette was sleeping better than she’d slept in years. It was so much easier to sleep soundly when snuggled up next to a man. No, scratch that; it was so much easier to sleep soundly when snuggled up next to Jeff. She smiled, snuggled closer, and attempted to drown out the obnoxious ringing that interfered with the peaceful sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and the man snoring beside her.
Then reality crept in, and she realized it wasn’t a ring; it was a ding. And the ding sounding from her kitchen meant she needed to get up. “Oh, I nearly forgot,” she said, climbing from the bed. She moved to the closet and switched on the light, found her robe and quickly tied it around her. Then she explained, “I’ve