Nora knew she didn’t have a perfect body; her midsection had been abused by a couple of pregnancies and she had a little potbelly and stretch marks. But Tom looked at her as though she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Nora,” he said in a whisper. “You’re incredible.”
He was the stunning one—sculpted, beautiful and exciting tats, six-pack belly, wide, strong shoulders and huge biceps—growing apples is not for sissies. He was a work of art. There was the smallest tuft of hair right in the center of his chest—she wanted to lick it.
He had other plans. With his hands behind her knees, he spread her legs. He put one large finger on her favorite spot and massaged, watching as her eyes rolled back. Another finger checked her to see if she was ready; she’d never been more ready. “Condom,” she croaked.
She heard the package rip. He pulled her hand to him so she could feel him roll it down his length and then with his hand over hers, he rubbed it a little bit, working it. Not too much—he was as ready as she was.
When he found her, he lowered himself to her so that his mouth could be on hers as he slid into her. “I want you,” he whispered.
“I want you,” she whispered back.
“I want this to last.”
And she thought, How can I give him up? “I’m ready, you’re ready… .”
He began to move and she moaned, her hands finding his butt to hold him inside her. He shifted a couple of times until her moan turned into a helpless squeak and when that happened, he just rode her and it happened again. BAM! She was holding him captive with all her internal muscles. “Oh, my sweet baby,” he whispered against her mouth. “That is so good.”
She collapsed, limp as a noodle. It took a few minutes before she could summon any real strength. “You’re not done,” she finally whispered.
“I know,” he said. “I’m dying here.”
She chuckled and gently rubbed her hands over his shoulders. “No point in that. Take your turn.”
He rose up enough to look into her eyes. His were still on fire, they were so hot. “Come with me?” he asked.
“Don’t know if I can,” she said.
“I know where the secret spot is… I bet you can. I want to feel it again—together.”
“Well, don’t hold it against me if…” He started to move again. His lips brushed hers then dipped to her breast for a hearty suck. “Oh!” she cried softly. “God,” she said. And he pumped for a while, hitting that favorite spot until she lost her mind, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and she gave him exactly what he wanted.
And he gave it right back, bowing his back a little and letting out a deep growl of pleasure.
* * * Tom held her against him, gently stroking her back. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.
“You know I can’t.”
“Let’s call Adie and tell her we need her to stay with the girls. Tell her I’ll pay her a thousand dollars to stay the night with them. Two thousand.”
“You’re kind of cute, all desperate. No, I have to go home.”
“Not yet. Please, not yet. Just give me a little more time with you like this… .” He kissed her shoulder, neck, ear, lips.
“A few more minutes,” she said with a sigh that sounded as helpless as Tom felt. She curled into him.
“Letting go of you tonight will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You know what we’ve had is special. Tell me you know that, Nora.”
She put a palm against his cheek and nodded. “I am not going to cry,” she said with a shaky voice. “I’m going to be grateful for every beautiful thing and I am not going to cry.”
They made love again and Tom tried to make it as slow, as luxurious, as precious as possible. In his life, even in war, he had not felt this close to insanity—he felt as though his life was slipping away from him. When he finally relented he had to let her go, his head began to pound. He took her to her car, rode with her to the gate, kissed her hard and held her close one more time and then, with a lump in his throat, he watched