The View from Alameda Island - Robyn Carr Page 0,81

announced, putting a couple on her bedside table. She didn’t stare at him, though she wanted to. What she could see without looking down was his beautiful chest and strong shoulders. He was so fit and strong. She was feeling shy suddenly. It had been a long time since she’d seen a naked man. It had been a long time since she’d been hopeful about sex. Fortunately, he pulled her into his arms so quickly, she didn’t have to struggle with her awkwardness. His lips on hers gave her confidence.

He stared at her, however. “Oh God, you’re perfect,” he said, running his hands down her sides, brushing over her breasts and down her rib cage and over her hips. “This has been so crazy, this friendship,” he said. “I’ve told myself to be careful, to not come on too strong, but every time we said goodbye, I missed you. I thought about you all the time we’ve been apart.” He fell on her gently, holding his weight off her. He kissed her deeply and she could feel the strength of him pushing at the apex of her thighs. “And soft. And so long,” he added, running his hand as far as he could down her legs.

All her height was in her legs, she knew that. But Beau had quite a huge erection there. The way he was pressing at her and kissing her, she was quickly filled with urgency, but she slowed herself down, taking the time to touch him. She ran her hands down his arms, his back, his hips. She wound her legs around his; she could match him for length. His skin was soft and smooth, his hands a little rough. His hands felt so good on her breasts, on her hips. But his mouth was amazing, kissing her in a way that seemed like they’d been kissing for years.

“You feel so good,” she whispered.

“I feel good because I have you in my arms,” he said. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long...”

“You have just exactly the right weight to your touch,” she said. She stroked his face. “You know, you’re handsome and sweet. You could have any woman...”

“There’s only one I want,” he said. “And I want you so damn bad.”

“How can this feel so familiar?” she wondered aloud.

“Because it’s right,” he said.

His hands and lips were on the move. Everywhere he touched filled her with tingling desire and when his fingers inched low to her soft center, she moaned deeply. “Can you reach that condom?” he whispered. “I don’t want to lose my place.”

“Oh, so you’re a lovemaking comedian?” she asked with a soft chuckle.

“Hurry, Lauren,” he whispered. “I seriously need it.”

He sat back on his heels for a moment, then once ready, he was hovering over her again. He was in the right place, just barely moving into her. “I think we have a nice fit, sweetheart.” He lifted her knees, then was kissing her deeply as he entered her.

She held her breath for just a moment, then let her eyes close, holding him tightly. She rocked with him, the fullness of him inside her bringing her both comfort and excitement. Soon she was pushing against him and spontaneously slid one leg over him, pressing him into her.

He muttered softly against her lips as he moved harder and faster. The passion of it took her away and she could hear herself crying out even as she clutched him tighter. And then her world lit up as she enjoyed a completely magnificent orgasm that left her panting. She heard something of a growl come from Beau as he held her tight and enjoyed the spasms. He pushed into her as hard as possible and she gasped.

“God,” he whispered.

Then it took him only a few deep thrusts to join her. It showed on his face—his clenched lips and eyes—his pleasure was as complete as hers. They both lay trembling and weak with satisfaction. Neither spoke, but they held each other. Shivering, Beau reached down and pulled the sheet and blanket over them, but he didn’t let go of her. He rolled with her to their sides.

He kissed her again and again. “That was incredible,” he finally said. “Wasn’t that incredible? You’re wonderful. Perfect.”

She started to laugh. She actually started with a snort and she didn’t just chuckle girlishly, she laughed hilariously.

“How is this funny?” he asked, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Oh no... No, I can’t bring ghosts of past experiences to our completely new