Page 113 of Match Me if You Can

Then I make short work of my pants and boxer briefs.

“God, you have a beautiful dick,” she whispers, reaching for my cock, fingers wrapping around the shaft and stroking it hard, once, twice, three times.

“Not gonna be with you if you keep doing that, princess.”

“It might be worth it,” she mutters, sitting up and licking the tip.

“Fuck,” I growl.

She sucks me a little deeper and my hips jerk, those stars flashing behind my eyes again.

Then she sucks me a lot deeper, so deep I bump against the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she hums, her other hand joining the party, stroking as she sucks and⁠—

I focus, pull back, and the soft pop of her mouth detaching from my cock because she’s sucking me so good sends me even closer to the edge. But she wants me with her. So, I grit my teeth, open my wallet, and extract a condom, not waiting to tear it open and roll it on.

She’s pushed down the scrap of lace masquerading as underwear and now her legs are parted, that slick cunt on display, open and waiting for me.

“You really like my pussy, don’t you?” she murmurs, lifting a leg, wrapping it around my waist, and using her heel to draw me toward her.

I come down over the top of her, bracing myself on one elbow.

“What do you think?” Then I take my cock, notch it at her entrance, and push inside.

“Ace,” she moans, neck arched, head back, lips parted in pleasure.

And fuck, I’m right there too.

She’s hot and slick, her inner muscles clenching me in a vise-like grip that’s even better than I imagined. I want to draw back, want to thrust forward, want to drive into her until we both explode.

But something inside me stops me.

And I slow down.

Way down.

Because it won’t ever be the first time between us again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, leaning in and kissing her temple, her jaw, her cheek, her forehead and nose and chin. I lift my head enough to meet her eyes. “The woman I always dreamed of.”

Tears glimmer and I know I’m beneath the ice, the fire, know that—for tonight, anyway—I hold her heart in the palm of my hands.

I’m going to make the most of that.

Same as I’m going to cage it carefully in my fingers and protect it from the world for as long as she’ll let me.

So yeah, I slow down.

I hold her eyes as I draw back, as I push back in. Easy and steady, watching her face so I learn the angle she likes, the strength she prefers.

And, when her lips part and her breath hitches, her hips bucking against mine, I know I’ve found it.

Though, I still don’t hurry.

Not under the moonlight and warm summer air.

Not with this woman beneath me, her hand clutching my shoulders, her hips rocking against mine.