I shrug nervously. “We could…go without…if you want. I trust you. Do you trust me?”
He takes a deep breath and bites his lip, nodding once like it hurt him to admit it.
“Okay then…no condom,” I confirm and reach out to take the rubber from his hands and toss it to the floor.
Dean slowly moves over me, his bare tip gliding against my wet slit as he groans a needful sound and positions himself at my entrance. “Are you sure?”
I cradle his face in my hands, pull his glasses off, and set them on the nightstand so I can see his eyes more clearly. “I’m sure.”
He stares directly into my eyes as he slowly pushes inside me. So slow, so tender, so sweet. The lack of a barrier is something we both have to adjust to…it feels different. Exposed. Bare. Honest.
“Dean,” I gasp, my hips undulating beneath him with need for more.
“Norah,” he says, pulling back and thrusting slowly inside again. “You feel so good.”
“Oh God,” I cry, my hands wrapping around his body as my fingers dig into his back. He feels so good up against me. Like he fits. Like we fit. It’s a bizarre feeling because for years I’ve only cared about my work and the bakeries and being successful. I never wanted to be tied down to anyone because I wanted to take over the world. Dean makes me feel like I want to stay in this moment with him, forever. It’s too much. It’s all too much.
“I’m close,” I exclaim, my thoughts racing along with the sensations in my body.
His grip tightens on my hip as he stares into my eyes. “I’ve never done this with anyone before.”
“Me neither.” I grip his nape and hold on for dear life.
He thrusts again. “Only you, Norah.”
I nod my agreement.
“Only you,” he repeats before both of our bodies seize with a frenzied need to chase this climb we’re both experiencing.
He crushes his mouth to mine as my hips pump up to meet him thrust for thrust. Our breaths are a tangled mix of hunger and passionate desire. The sensation is so intense it doesn’t take long for us to shatter and explode into the dark abyss.
Everything about this moment feels right…natural…real. So real, I never want it to stop.
A light snore wakes me, and as my eyes begin to open, I feel a soft grin tug on my lips as I recall the fact that Norah is in my bed, in my arms…snoring. I relish the weight and heat of her body sprawled over mine. She’s using my chest as her pillow, and the warmth of her breath causes goose bumps to pepper all the way down to my toes, awakening my already growing cock.
I lightly run my hand down her back, caressing her soft skin, hating the fact that this is my last morning with her.
Nuzzling my nose into her hair, she begins to stir on top of me. “Are you awake?” she croaks, squirming and making my dick pulse.
“Just woke up,” I reply, forcing myself to stop sniffing her like a fucking caveman. “How’re you feeling?”
She groans into my chest. “Awesome. And maybe a little sore.”
I can’t help but smile. “We did go a week without it.”
She lifts her head to prop her chin on me. “That’s a record for us.”
My brow furrows as that comment forces reality into this bed. There will be no more records for us to set because this is it. This is the end.
I bring my hand to her face and brush my fingers along her cheekbone, trying to commit her features to memory; I’m going to miss it. I’m going to miss her. I miss her already, and she’s literally naked on top of me.
The corner of her mouth twitches into a grin. “What are you thinking about right now?”
“You’re the perfect woman.”
Her face splits into a wide smile. “You’re such a suck-up.”
“It’s true,” I admit honestly and push my hands through her hair. “You deserve to know it.”
I pin her with a serious look because I want her to believe me. I want her to hear me and know she can have anyone she wants…if that’s what she wants. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d be okay with her living her life as a nun because the idea of another man seeing her like this guts me.
Her forehead creases between her brows as she pulls away to sit crisscross and