Page 71 of Then Came You

“Yes!”

He ripped open the package and rolled on the condom while she wriggled out of her panties. She kept on the bra, which was fine since he could see everything anyway. Then she lay back and held out her arms to him.

For the first time in his adult life, he felt a flicker of nervousness over what was about to happen. He wanted everything to be perfect for her, especially since she hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. While she’d seemed receptive to him so far, he wondered if he needed to slow down or do things differently.

Then she reached up and tugged on his arm, and his uncertainty vanished. He nudged his erection between her thighs, and she parted her legs. Bracing himself on one forearm to keep some of his weight off her, he reached between her legs with his other hand.

She moaned at the contact, and he was somewhat surprised to find her so damp already. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply while stroking over and around her tight bundle of nerves.

She gripped his shoulders so hard that her nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t mind at all. In fact, it only served to spur him on. In the meantime, his erection throbbed where it rubbed against her.

“Sam, please.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes!”

He grinned at her enthusiasm, and then he lined himself up at her entrance, her wetness glistening like a beacon of light guiding him home. He carefully pushed inside, and her body expanded to receive him until he was fully rooted. The feeling was so exquisite, so intense that he let out an unrestrained growl.

In response, she arched her hips and twined her arms around his neck.

Resting his weight on his forearms, he tipped his head down and nibbled on her lower lip. “You feel so, so good.”

“Mmm…you too.”

Voicing how they felt made him that much more aroused, and he thrust forward with more vigor.

She smiled against his lips and rolled her hips enticingly beneath him.

“If you keep doing that…”

“Yes?”

She slid her hands down his back, gripped his butt cheeks, and pulled him forward. So much for slowing things down.

“I won’t break,” she said.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“Don’t be.”

Her words were like a match to tinder, and he burst into flames. Placing one hand on her hip for leverage, he began thrusting in earnest. She seemed thrilled with the change of pace and met him thrust for thrust. Soon he watched her come apart—her head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted, and a series of sexy words dripping from them.

“Yes, harder, please…”

Words that every man loved to hear, but he especially liked them coming from her.

“Sam!” She clenched her muscles around him, and he rode out her orgasm with her as it rolled over her in waves.

Then it was his turn, and his release came in short, powerful bursts, accompanied by a series of guttural sounds that he might be embarrassed about later.

Afterward, he collapsed alongside her and drew her close. Their bodies were sweaty, their hair was mussed, and the scent of roses had been overpowered by the musky aroma of sex, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so satisfied (last night notwithstanding).

Nothing could beat the ultimate human connection, and he wasn’t just referring to the physical act. There was an emotional component too, and that was what he was thinking about when he tipped her chin up so he could see her face.

What he saw there blew him away. Her eyes were shiny with tears, but she was smiling, or glowing was more like it. He knew then, that this was a night he’d never forget, and he hoped there’d be many more just like it.

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