my elbows, meeting her eyes. “It’s been six years for me, Sandy.”
“It’s been almost four for me.” She sighed. “And it was very sparse before that. With Max’s age and his medical condition, our physical relationship was limited to cuddles a lot of the time.”
I nodded. It had been the same in the last stage of Anna’s illness. I knew Sandy had lived with Max’s deteriorating health and the large age gap for longer. We both understood what the other had experienced. I kissed her gently. “I know,” I assured her.
Her lips curled into a sexy smirk. “Is this our safety talk? I’m too old to get pregnant.”
I pushed back a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. She was gorgeous with her mussed hair spread on the pillow, her lips swollen from mine, and her skin warm and glowing. I had to smile at her teasing words. “I had a vasectomy years ago,” I told her. “I do have condoms if you feel better.”
She wrapped her legs around me, bringing me farther into her warmth. “No. Just you.”
With a groan, I lifted her hips and thrust forward. She opened for me like petals opening for the morning sun. I was surrounded, the heat of her scorching me in the best way possible. Inch by inch, I sank into her until we were flush. I stilled, the moment and its significance overwhelming.
I opened my eyes and met her hazel gaze. Her eyes were brimming with emotion. “You’re mine now, my darling.”
“Show me,” she whispered.
I began to move. Long, languid strokes, our bodies joining together in a rhythm as old as time. There was no screaming or thrashing. There was passion, a deep abiding connection we both felt. We kissed endlessly, murmuring words of adoration, promises whispered against slick skin as we rocked together, the pleasure so intense, I felt as if I would burn alive with it.
Sandy’s sounds were erotic. Low whimpers, pleading moans, my name sighed out in long breathless gasps. I moved and thrust, kissed every inch of her skin I could, clutched her to me as my body began to shake. She grasped my shoulders, drew her legs higher, moved with me as if we’d done this a hundred times before. She anchored me to her as I reached my pinnacle, shouting out her name, thrusting deeper, gripping her hips as I shook and begged.
“Come with me, Sandy. Please…please,” I pleaded.
She cried out, her hold tightening on my neck, her voice imploring and shaking. Long forgotten tendrils of ecstasy swirled around me, sending me to a place somewhere outside my body. We were slick with sweat, the room filled with our cries, nothing outside this moment mattering anymore. It was me claiming Sandy, and her cementing herself into my heart. My body now belonged to her, as well as my soul.
From now on, everything I had was hers.
I collapsed onto her body, my breathing loud and ragged. Sandy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her arms holding me tightly. Carefully, I rolled, taking her with me, holding her close.
The room was quiet aside from our breathing. “Are you all right, my darling?”
She nuzzled my neck. “I’m good.”
“That was—” I swallowed, trying to find the right way to say it “—I have no words for how amazing that was.”
She laughed low in her throat. She tilted up her head, meeting my gaze. She looked beautiful—tired, sated, and well loved—but beautiful.
“It was,” she agreed, tracing a finger over my lips. “We were amazing.”
I kissed the tip of her finger. “This changes everything.”
She smiled. “You never mince words, do you, love?”
Her endearment touched something deep in my heart. I kissed her lovingly, nuzzling her lips. “Not when it comes to you, no. You mean too much to me.”
She snuggled closer. “I’m good with that.”
It was still too soon for declarations of love. Our actions showed it, and we both felt it, but the words would be spoken another time.
For now, she was in my arms, and I had no plans on letting her go.
I was good with that.
Jordan
Waking up with Sandy beside me felt as if I were waking to a different world. The last four years, the start of each day contained a small piece of heartbreak when my eyes would open and I realized all over again I was alone.
This morning Sandy was with me. I could smell her light fragrance. Feel the softness of her hair tickle my chin.
There was no heartache, only a sense of rightness. And