Page 130 of Born for Starlight

This time I was going to make it to the bedroom.

When we got there, she smiled. “I hoped for this.”

“I dreamed of this.” I pressed her down onto the unmade bed and followed her down. She started in at the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers fumbled. I huffed out a laugh when she tore at the pleats and two buttons went flying.

I pulled her t-shirt over her head and worked the front clasp of her bra, then sighed with satisfaction when I was able to cup her breasts in my hands. So soft.

Mine.

She gripped my shoulders and tugged, then I remembered. I slid down and rubbed my chest against her breasts, my hair abrading her nipples.

“God yes. Harder.”

She bucked up against me, her expression greedy.

I needed to get her clothes off.

All of them.

Now.

I pushed off her body, so I could tug off her pants.

“Don’t move,” she wailed.

“I’ll be back,” I promised.

Soon she was naked beneath me. God, I missed this. I needed this.

“Now you.” Her fingers struggled with the button of my jeans and I moved them away so I could undress faster. Soon we were both naked. It was perfect.

Her fingers didn’t fumble when she grabbed my cock. Her hand was warm and coaxing as she spread her legs.

“Condom,” I gasped.

“You said children,” she whispered.

Jesus.

This woman.

I looked into the most beautiful eyes imaginable and saw nothing but trust. Nothing but love.

“You’re sure?”

Her smile was radiant. “I’m positive.”

I guided my unsheathed cock into her tight, warm depths and thought I would lose my mind. It was so much more than sex. So much more than making love. This was the beginning of my entire life.

I took things slow, and she hummed her pleasure. When I was finally, deeply inside her, she begged me to move.

I did.

Slow.

For the longest time of my life, I kept my thrusts slow and deep, watching her face take on a dazed expression of pleasure. Then she begged me to go faster. I didn’t. The feel of her body caressing mine was too beautiful to rush.

Her nails scored my back.