Page 35 of Broken Chords
“Look at me.”
Her eyelids lift a little more, and I pull back slowly, sinking inside her again. My strokes measured, slow, torturous. For both of us. When her eyes fall closed again, I stop. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. Look at what you do to me.”
“Oh God,” she moans, but she does what I ask. Her eyes open, her pupils huge, and I move again. Faster now.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper. “I’ve wondered what you would feel like. And the reality is better than anything I could’ve imagined. You’re so soft and hot and open for me. I love it. I love you.” With each sentence I plunge inside her, my pace quickening despite my best efforts to stay slow. The urge to drive into her over and over until I’ve spent myself is almost overwhelming, but I manage to hold back enough. Just enough. Grinding against her each time our hips meet.
When her hand finds its way between us, I know she’s close. Wanting to learn how she likes to touch herself, I don’t try to take over. Not tonight. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.
Her fingers rub back and forth, fast and hard, and I go faster, harder, my balls pulling tight, and when I feel her clench me like a fist, that’s all it takes to trigger my own release.
Both of us spent, I gently let some of my weight press onto her, my lips finding hers again for a sweet, deep kiss. The seal on our first time together. Everything I hoped it would be, even if it started out differently than I’d expected.
She blinks up at me when I pull back, her eyes looking drugged. “I love you,” I whisper, happy to be able to say that so freely now.
She smiles, a gentle curve of her lips. “I love you too.” She lifts her hand and cups my cheek, her thumb tracing along my cheekbone in a soft caress that says more than words.
After dealing with the condom, I climb into bed with her, pulling the blankets over us, snuggling her back to my front. I drop a kiss on her cheek and bury my face in her hair, inhaling the mixed scents of her herbal shampoo and sex. “You’ll stay the night?”
She nods into my pillow. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”
Soon her breathing grows deeper, more even, and she’s asleep. I watch her sleep in the flickering candlelight for I don’t know how long before I get up, blow out the candle, and rejoin her in bed, drifting off to sleep along with her, content and warm and sated in a way I haven’t been in a long time. Maybe ever.
