He would’ve backed off if she needed space. He would be her friend, he’d only listen if she wanted him to, but clearly, right now, she had other needs.
If Paige needed him to help her forget about her past and Richard, then Gunner would gladly do so. He’d replace her nightmares with feel-good memories of their passion.
Paige climbed onto the bed. Gunner took off his jacket, then his shirt, gauging her reaction. He understood that they both stood on a knife’s edge. Paige clearly needed more time to heal, but if he could help her along her journey, that would be great.
Paige licked her lips, and that restored his confidence. He quickly took off his belt. Gunner refused to think about why the sight of the belt frightened her. For now, he wanted to offer her the comfort she craved and needed.
“Paige, last chance to back out,” he said.
She snarled at him in response, like some kind of wild animal in need.
He approached the edge of the bed, and she sat up, hooking her fingers into his belt loops. Then she unzipped him and pulled his thickening cock out.
Paige curled her fingers at his base, then licked him, back and forth. Gunner groaned, twirling his fingers into her hair. Then she took his length down her throat. She gagged once, twice, and the third time was the charm. Paige bobbed her head up and down, the sensations of her tongue and lips amazing against his sensitive prick.
“I’m close,” he told her. He began to pull away, but she held firm. With a groan, Gunner deposited his load right down her throat. Paige took it all down like a champ, not spilling a drop. He gazed at her in silent wonder.
Paige flopped back on the bed, staring up at him, that wicked smile still on her lips. She scooted upward, then crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to join her.
Gunner dispersed with the rest of his clothes, then clambered on top of her. He gathered the hem of her dress, raising the fabric past her hips, past—Gunner could barely think.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he said.
“Or a bra, but it wasn’t on purpose,” she blurted. Paige was back to being her shy self.
“Lift your arms,” he said, smiling as she did as he asked.
Gunner finally peeled the dress off her, exposing her completely to him. She was as perfect as he remembered, except for a mark right below her ribs. He growled, tracing the rigid shape with his fingers. His nostrils flared as it dawned on him why she flinched when she touched his belt buckle.
Paige slid one hand behind his neck. It was hard to think with her breasts brushing against his chest. He slammed his mouth against hers, loving the perfect fit of their bodies even after all these years.
After releasing her mouth, he lowered her back to the bed. He planted kisses against the side of her neck, then both of her breasts. She giggled when his lips brushed against the hollow of her ribs and when he nipped at her belly button. As he buried his face into the soft folds of her pussy, she opened her legs wider.
It was his turn to lick and suck. He closed his mouth over his clit, then slid two fingers into her wet heat. She came all over his face, and he licked her clean.
Paige cried out above him.“Take me, Gunner,” she begged.
After all that foreplay, he’d gotten hard again. He positioned himself above her once more, sliding his fingers to hers. Gunner entered her, loving the way her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. She gasped.
“I’ll make you feel real good soon,” he told her.
He pumped in and out of her, his motions slow and careful. When she pleaded him to go faster, he complied. He wanted her to know that despite the fact she was underneath him, she called the shots.
****
Moans spilled from her lips as Gunner mounted her. God. She’d forgotten sex could feel this good, this euphoric. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue down her throat, and she sucked down on it.
Her ex-husband took plenty from her, including her ability to choose, but with Gunner, she could be free to be herself. Paige had sensed his hesitation earlier and knew he would stop and continue another time, but she didn’t want that.
She wanted him here and now. Gunner would replace her awful memories of sex with Richard with memories of their own tender lovemaking.
Gunner switched the angle of his next push, brushing against her G-spot. She gasped, clawing at his shoulders and leaving her nail marks there. Each time their bodies joined, it felt like a part of her soul drifted away to touch his. Sex with Gunner had always been intimate. Profound.
He groaned, each stroke brushing against her clit. Her nipples felt hypersensitive. She arched her back, meeting him each time he pumped in her.
The pressure building inside her grew too much to bear. The next time Gunner penetrated her, she came all over his cock. Her mind blanked, and Paige seemed to swim in a sea of pure bliss.
He growled out his climax several thrusts later, filling her with his seed. Paige didn’t even care that they hadn’t bothered with a condom. She wanted his bare dick inside her, didn’t want any thin latex between them.
