ease inside her when she places her hand on my chest, stopping me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
A sly smile quirks on her lips. “Don’t be gentle this time.”
I swallow hard. “Are you sure?”
“Wes, I’m not this delicate piece of glass you’ll break if you exert too much pressure. Maybe I used to feel like I was broken, but I don’t anymore. I’ve never been with someone I felt comfortable enough around to explore my sexuality. Sawyer always made me feel like there was something wrong with me if I wanted to change things up or try something new. But now I know what sex can be like. And last night was incredible. Better than incredible. I want to explore everything we’re capable of. I’m finally with someone I trust. Who will never hurt me. Who loves me. So, please…”
Her gaze resolute, she slowly unbuttons her shirt, her motions drawn out. With each button she unfastens, my hunger grows to the point I don’t think I’ll make it inside her before I lose my head. It’s not the fact she’s baring her body to me that has my desire ratcheting up to its breaking point. It’s that she’s baring her soul to me.
Curving toward me, she nibbles on my lower lip. “Be free with me.” She shrugs the shirt off her shoulders, allowing it to pool behind her on the counter. Then she spreads her thighs wider, leaning back on her hands, giving me permission to do whatever my heart desires.
“If it’s too much, tell me. Don’t think you have to do this for me.”
“I don’t. For the first time in my life, I want to do this. For me.” She hooks her legs around me, erasing any space separating us. Then she wraps her fingers around my erection, stroking it as she brings it toward her entrance. She thrusts her hips at the same time as she tightens her legs, urging me inside in one quick motion.
“Fuck,” I hiss, a jolt of desire striking me deep in my core.
“That’s the point, Wes.” She digs her nails into my back, and I briefly close my eyes, savoring the combination of pleasure and pain shooting through me. “I want you to fuck me.”
My chest rises and falls with my uneven breaths. I fight the urge to ask if she’s sure. I don’t have to. I see it in the hard determination in her eyes.
Cupping her cheeks, I draw her lips to mine, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I move inside her, slowly at first. I worry if I don’t take my time, this will be over in a heartbeat. And I don’t want this moment to end.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips as I withdraw, then drive into her.
Her breathing grows ragged, her grip on my back becoming harsher. I repeat the motion, going even deeper as I whisper the same incantations of love.
“Again,” she begs against my throat.
“I love you,” I say once more, driving into her again. But this time, I don’t draw it out, thrusting into her in a punishing rhythm.
“Oh god,” she moans, wrapping her legs tighter around me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
My nostrils flare, my muscles clench, my mind a haze as I’m driven by one thing and one thing alone. This incredible, remarkable woman whose path crossed mine. I don’t know how or what I did to have luck finally turn in my favor, but I’ll forever be grateful.
“Come on, honeybee.” I nibble on her neck, addicted to the taste of her flesh.
My legs ache, but nothing will make me stop this now. Any lingering soreness will be worth it when I feel her clench around me. And I can sense she’s fighting it, wanting this to last.
“Let me have it. Let me feel what I do to you.” I bring my lips back to hers, our breath intermingling. “Be free with me.”
“Wes,” she whimpers as her orgasm takes over, causing her to writhe and quiver, her cries echoing against the tall ceilings of my home. It’s all I need to set me off. I release inside her with a strangled groan, crashing my mouth against hers.
I slow my motions, our kiss transitioning from one of desperation and hunger to respect and veneration. Then she giggles.
Pulling back, I tilt my head. “What’s that for?”
She smirks. “Honeybee?”
“Sorry.” I run a hand through my hair. “I’ve been wanting to call you that since our first kiss. I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”