Page 61 of The Lonely Road

When I’m naked, he stands and looks at me. I stretch languidly, feeling luxurious after the two orgasms I just had.

Two!

Most of the time with Griffin, I was lucky to have one.

I raise a leg and push my foot against his hard stomach. “Now it’s your turn.”

“In a minute.” He leans down and cups my breasts. “Beautiful.”

He kisses the top of my nipples and then begins to suckle.

His mouth is warm, tight, torturous. He spends his time on them, driving me crazy. When he looks up at me, his lips are wet, and there’s a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He’s the kind of man every woman wants to meet, one who enjoys his partner’s pleasure.

“I want more,” I tell him.

He straightens.

Grins.

And then, starts unbuttoning his shirt.

He’s fit. Looks as good without his shirt as I thought he would. Before he takes his jeans off, he pulls out his wallet and throws it on the bed next to me.

“Take out the condom, sweetheart.”

I open his wallet and, between a ten- and twenty-dollar bill, find a strip of three condoms.

“Someone is ambitious,” I tease as I drop the wallet on the bedspread and hold the condoms up.

“Someone is very hopeful,” he retorts.

When he’s naked, I let out a long, audible exhale. It makes him smile.

He’s beautiful.

His body is muscle and sinew—honed.

His body is that of a man who has used it, not one who sits behind a desk and gets fit in a gym with a personal trainer.

There are scars here and there—his history.

He takes the condom packets from my hand and tears one open.

“I am clean,” he says as he puts it on.

“Thank you. So am I.”

He crawls atop me. “Counselor, I’m going to fuck you now. Is that okay?”

I chuckle at that—the incongruity of asking for permission to fuck.

“Yes, it’s not only okay but very much wanted.”

His eyes stay on mine as he pushes into me, slowly, achingly so. When he bottoms out, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Mason,” I whisper because I’m feeling it, too, this power of intimacy, of connection, of finding something that I never expected.

He opens his eyes and kisses me softly. He starts slowly, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside of me.